DRAG ME YO HELL.

Cerian.

My feet kept tapping the hard concrete floor. I just couldn't sit still. It's hard siting on a hard wooden bench for two hours straight just listening to an old white haired almost bald man preach about Christ.

Sunday school had ended thirty minutes ago, so we joined our parents in the main church for the main sermon. Thing is time was moving slow, I wanted church to be over and above all, I wanted to meet the rude kid.

Sure he was rude but he didn't believe in God.

Don't take me wrong, I'm a devoted Christian, I pray every night before going to bed, I know the Grace by heart but I believe in science more to me science is always a lot more interesting than religion. At least someone else thinks the same. Know you know why I was eager to meet the boy.

"Cerian, stop misbehaving," My mother hissed at me. "Sit still."

"I'm tired," I whined a bit envious of Rose, she was sleeping in my mother's hands.