A/N: Hey! Hey! Hey! What's up? This is my first attempt at a story. This girl is religious, so if you have something against the Catholic religion, don't read this. At the end, could you please give a comment, so I could adjust the story so that others will like it. Thanks!
~Tray
Disclaimer: I do not X-Men
Hail Mary,
Full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now,
and at the hour of death.
Amen.
Silently, Andrea Johnson knelt before Jesus Christ, the Blessed Sacrament. Humanity's savior, The King of Kings, The Son of Man. The Lamb of God, Son of the Most High, The Alpha and The Omega. The Way, The Truth and The Light. Emmanuel.
Her blue eyes glittered with admiration for the monstrance. It shone underneath the light, its golden rays branching out. In the center, was the Body of Jesus Christ. Her black hair was held back by a baby blue headband. With her pale hands folded in prayer, she began to concentrate even more firmly.
"God grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change," She began. As she prayed, her voice seemed to imitate the sound of a lowly dove. "..wisdom to know the difference."
As Andrea finished the Serenity prayer, the church fell silent. The only audible noise in the temple was a low crackling of the candle's flame. Very swiftly, the young girl pulled a crimson rosary from the pocket of her jeans. The rosary was a beautiful work of art. The beads were one of the most beautiful shades of red, and on the centerpiece, was the face of Pope John Paul II. As she put the cross to her lips, tears began to form in her eyes.
"Jesus, why did you leave us here?" She questioned quietly to the little cross. "Our world is messed up," A small grin spread across her lips, "I mean, honestly, where is the love?"
The 19 year old gave a deep sigh before starting the rosary. With every Hail Mary and Glory Be, more tears fell from her cerulean eyes. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at the crucifix, before asking," What in the world is wrong with me?"
She looked at the crucifix as if expecting an answer.
"I could be asking the same thing."
She looked skeptically at her rosary.
"Jesus?"
Suddenly, she heard a deep chuckle from behind her. Cautiously, Andrea turned around. Back by the entrance, stood a fairly tall man. He wore a long trench coat that buttoned up to just to above his cheekbones. She could vaguely see his striped pants that peeked out just below his coat. As she examined his body once more, she asked him," Are you here for the Perpetual Adoration?"
From behind his coat, he couldn't help but grin.
"Yes, yes I am."
She stood up and walked out of her pew. At the end, she knelt down and genuflected. As she walked past him, she could make out his face a little more clearly. Across his blue skin was an angelic design that encircled his golden eyes. When his eyes met hers, she was a little taken back. She supposed it was a once-in-a-lifetime sort of thing when you meet a blue guy with golden eyes. She couldn't help but think in her head that he was somewhat cute. Before exiting, she turned and said," Good day."
From his pew, he nodded in reply and told her," Guten tag."
'Ah, he's German. What a cute accent.' Andrea thought, as she got into her Black Mustang.
A/N: Did I do good? Too much detail? Too little detail? Bad beginning? I need constructive criticism. Review….or else I'll throw you into a pool of piranhas…oooh burn.