You had never been easy, even as a child. Your parents always used to joke that you were a test from god. As you got older your behaviour got worse, misbehaving in church, asking testing questions at bible study. Getting on everyone's nerves.

You were currently at a church event, bored of all the polite smiles and forced conversation so you sneak away. Climbing up onto the AC unit around the back of the church, you pull out a cigarette. The flame of the lighter flickers before a voice from below startles you.

"Shouldn't be doin that. Bad girl..." Looking down, you see Owen Taylor stood there with a cigarette between his own fingers. Hypocrite. He was the youth pastor, the only person who seemed to mildly tolerate all your questions. You stare down at him for a moment, almost frozen on the spot before you realise he was still talking.
"Well? You coming down or what?"