Whoa Haven't wrote in awhile. Well here's my new story my other story surf will get a new chapter later this week I just need to get this story off my chest. It is based off of real life, I hope you enjoy!


The pastor spoke as if all the answers in the words were at reach for him, as if he could ask God anything and he'll just place the answers over his head. Phil was his name and he was this dreary town's local pastor. He often prayed for my family hoping that my younger brother Jasper would be cured of his need to destroy and be given the urge to give to the community. Phil could pray, but we all knew that not even God's miracle could save him; one would have to sell his or her soul to the devil. No one but I would acknowledge this everyone else would continue to live their lives in denial and with open doors pray while behind doors… they sin.

I haven't been to church lately. Mother has been busy and I never liked going to church to hear about how I'm going to hell and if I don't do this or that I'm damned. I'm a good person; at least I believe I am. I may not pray and act like you're typical Christian, but I help out the needy and I do the unusual. I do the things that Christians wouldn't do. I take care of the people who need it, who deserve it, who don't judge others and try to better themselves… even then, if they don't do these things, I'll do it anyways because that's what a true Christian would do. At least that's what they're supposed to do.

Phil, ended service and the band started to play some song about how Jesus saves and I quickly exited the chapel. I already knew my mother, Esme, would take some time to discuss "our Lord and savior" with her friends.

As my mother was talking I saw her, Isabella Swan, but she prefers Bella, I however; call her Izzy. The breath from my lungs left me and I couldn't speak, but somehow I managed to find a chair and sit in it. I hadn't seen her for a year and I missed her. We lost each other's number and even though it's a small town and there was only one high school; it just so happened that she was homeschooled. Her brown long hair up in her usual ponytail and her blue eyes surrounded by eyeliner stared intensely into mine. She smiles and I then believe that there is a God, at least one who truly wishes for me to find the treasures of the Earth. Well, at least my own personal treasures that lie within her and her smile.

I feel some one's arms wrap around my shoulders. The scent of something crisp and clean hits my nose and I almost moan. It's her and my heart could tell as well since it was beating rapidly.

"Hey! I haven't seen you in a while! How have you been? Oh, I have a girlfriend now by the way… remind me… are you one of my straight friends or…" She rushes out. I chuckle and give her one of my infamous smiles.

"Good and I'm glad you found someone," lie, "Um… I'm undecided" another lie, "I hope that you two have a long healthy relationship." Lies, lies, lies and more lies. Why would I lie to her? I'm not glad I'm miserable at the fact that she found someone that isn't me. I also know that I love women and I hope that the bitch she's with fucks it all up. I hate that it took me whole 10 minutes to become a jealous hoe. I'm disgusted with myself.

"Oh right, duh, I knew that you weren't decided. So are you going to the Christmas Caroling outing with the church?" She asked as she sat next to me.

"Well now I am," I chuckled and she laughed with me, "What time is it?"

"6 O' clock. I hope to see you there!" She winks at me before skipping off to go jump on her best friends back, Edward.

My mother finally found her way to me and I brought up the Christmas Caroling and she only said, "Oh, that's a great way to dedicate your time to Lord honey.