I've been stuck in 5 different Christian-based foster homes ever since my father's death this year. The people who run this house make me go to church every Sunday and Wednesday thinking I'll find this God they praise. What a bunch of bullshit. Like anything in this world is going to happen like that to change the way I am. Today is Sunday and I'm with this new family. I didn't even listen ti what Miss Harding said their names were when I got here and I really didn't give 2 fucks either. I put on my black skinny jeans and a Disturbed t-shirt along with my Harley-Davidson biker boots that I had bought myself and went downstairs to join my new family for church ha what a crock! The woman looked at me with disgust at what I was wearing but she could kiss my ass. I got into their car and they drove us to church. Once we got there I was more annoyed than I have ever been. we took our seats and I paid no attention to the preacher.

"Heaven is a godly place for people who have been saved! No sinners can walk through those pearly gates. Hell is reserved for those people who do bodily harm to themselves, listen to the devil's hard rock music with a bunch of cussing in it and tell our children to go out and do things that harm someone, people who ravish in their own self-righteousness will dwell forever in the fire of hell." I started laughing loudly getting the attention of the congregation and the attention of my foster parents. I stood to my feet and walked out into the isle.

"Preacher, preacher, preacher...you are so full of fucking shit." I said while laughing.

"Zandaerlyx! Shut up and sit down!" my foster mom gave me a look of evil.

"Fuck you! You say people who listen to the devil's hard rock music and probably the people who wear all black like I do are sinners? What about hypocrites? I know half of you go to the bar on Fridays and that includes my foster family, and get shit faced. I'm a fucking orphan! Nothing you guys can say can make my life any fucking better." I said while walking to the front of the church. The preacher came close to me and placed his hand on my forehead praying out loud. I backed away.

"Oh Lord God almighty! I feel the great Lord surging through my body! I repent I repent!" I yelled out in a convincing tone. The preacher looked at me and I moved my hair out of my face and my whole demeanor changed.

"I am the devil...and I'm here to do the devil's work." I smiled evilly before walking out of the church leaving the people in shock at what I had done. I walked back home and unlocked the door to my temporary home. I started packing everything into my backpack and sat there waiting for those assholes to come back. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs followed by a slamming door. My door flew open and my foster dad looked right at me like he was angry as hell.

"How dare you say something like that in our church! I've already called Miss Harding and she's coming to pick you up. Maybe with this new permanent home you're going too, will be able to control you."

"I'm glad I'm leaving. I wont have to see you bible beating hypocrites any longer." I said smiling. He left my room with a huff and slamming my door. I'm so fucking happy to be leaving these idiots! I just hope this new permanent home is better than this one or any of my foster homes for that matter and I got up and made sure I never missed anything.

I sure as hell wasn't coming back here to get something I forgot. I found my black box under my bed and I pulled the lid off. I took out a picture of my mom. I missed her so much. A knock came to my door and I quickly put the picture back in and closed the lid shut before the door opened. Miss Harding stepped into the room shutting the door behind her.

"I heard you had an interesting morning."

"You could say that." I said taping up the lid so it wouldn't open.

"Did you really tell off the whole congregation?"

"Hell yeah I did. I also used a line from The Devil's Rejects." I said putting the box on the bed with my back pack. Miss Harding was the only one I had serious conversations with...I mean at least since my mom's passing. I was really angry about these people's brainwashing ideas.

"I wouldn't blame you. Let's get right down to business, shall we?"

"Sure." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Alright this family that adopted you, lives in California. Huntington Beach to be exact, I think you'll really like these people."

"What makes you think that?" I asked putting on my death bat necklace.

"Let's just say they're right up your alley." she smiled at me which puzzled me. A family that's right up my alley?

"Anyways, I'll be driving you to Huntington Beach, California to make sure everything runs smoothly."

"Good. It would be better than flying." I said laughing.

"Yeah I know. Come on, let's get going." I put my back pack on and secured my arms tightly around the box before we went downstairs. As we walked by those hypocrites, they gave me the evilest look. I raise my arm up like I was going to wave goodbye but I flipped them off instead. The woman's face looked shocked as I shut the door behind me. Miss Harding put my things into the trunk of her care before we started the long journey from Arkansas to California.

Notes

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I posted this story 9 months ago on Mibba and thought I would share it with you all.

If you were offended with any of the content that I just posted...please do not leave harsh comments. I might not be the best person in the world and stay with the word of God, but this chapter is completely based on MY experience at a Southern Baptist church. This is me asking nicely for you to not leave harsh comments or try to push the beliefs on me...I won't be nice if you do...