You hated going to church, you hated the ceremonies, you hated it all, you had enough with judgey Christians who dictated what you should and shouldn't do, say 'repent for your sins' for just merely having a different opinion than them.

So you were obviously annoyed when your mother dragged you to church in some fancy clothes, your hair styled. You tried to protest, to change your clothes, but let's just say that ended up with a few smacks on the back of the head from your mother, your mother, actually no, your entire family had been strictly religious.

You being the first to ever steer away from Christianity. You hated their Bible readings on Tuesday, their choir sessions on Thursday, and especially going to church on Sunday, how every night at dinner you all had to pray and give speeches before eating.

You sat down on one of the benches in the church pew, your mother sitting beside you, it was a Wednesday, so none of your family joined, just you, your mother, and a couple other women and children too sitting on the other mahogany benches, that's when the pastor came from a door, Bible in hand..good Lord he was FINE!

The Pastor, Bi-Han, stood before the podium, opening his Bible. “Good morning folks, we are gathered around today to preach about God.” he began to speak, his tone low and ominous.