The bells ring, a signal for me and my sisters to go into the chapel. We enter one by one and then sit down on the benches while our head nun, a wise and old yet beautiful bear woman, named Matilda is greeting us warmly and prepares us for the prayer. The prayer and lecture goes on for an hour and then it’s free time. The fellow nuns do their things, praying to the lord and savior but also enjoy themselves in conversation. I go into the hall in front of the main entrance and think to myself: “I wish there was someone that could love me besides Jesus Christ, no matter if man or woman” as I look at my cross necklace. The evening ushers in and many nuns leave but as I prepare to keep the chapel in check for tonight, I hear a loud noise. I go and look: “Who’s there?” I ask unsure