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“Pastor… um I need to speak, some strange stuff has happened recently. I need someone, my friends… heck they run at something like this. I’d have thought you’d be able to help. Heck knows why… is it odd, that since yesterday I think your religion is half decent?” She muttered to him confused. He pointed her to a seat and they both sat down.

“First off, my name is David and yours?” He asked inquisitively. But she bowed her head.

"Never mind. It looks like you’re softening your heart. Listen though I’d like to talk to you, I think someone of your own age might be easier to speak to, you’re about 16 right?”

“Yes, and…” She turned and saw a handsome figure, he had dark brown hair that shone in the light, deep brown eyes and was reasonably tall.

“This is my Son, ok he’s 17 but hey, he’s a pastors son I make him read the bible everyday instead of TV for entertainment.” She stared at him in disbelief. “I’m kidding ok!” He laughed and walked up to his son. “This is Peter I’m sure he’ll talk you through some stuff, anyway I’ve got to go, got a prayer meeting at Dorothy’s house.” He said and rushed out of the door.

She stared at his son as he sat down. “Great, now you’re going to think I’m mad!” She sarcastically said.

“No, no I don’t, did my dad ever tell you how he came to God?” She looked up at him, interested.

“What did he have a life/death situation and survived the 100ft drop off of a cliff?”

“His Parents died.” He said sorrowfully.

“What?” She crossed her arms, “So, what has that to do with me?” He shook his head and laughed. “What?”

“I know about your Mother, please don’t be freaked out, I was told by the Lord in my dream…”

She leapt up. “Are you some crazy stalker or maybe a freaky psychic?”

“No. Heck no! I was also told, that you’ve been having a dream about a man. A man you never knew. But one who must be close to you.” She took interest. Whoever this person was, his words scared her, but if he wasn’t psychic with what he just said he couldn’t be a stalker either.

She stood up. She had to get out of here. Away from this craziness. This people are insane. But… but how do they know. Maybe it’s a dream. “Ow” she muttered as she pinched her skin, where now a small red circle lay. Her breathe became fast and she panicked, she had got to get out of this place. Her feet nervously shifted her in an awkward walk, whilst she tried for her escape with whatever sanity was left. But she tripped, and bashed her head over the edge of table catching a bible on the surface, which ‘nicely’ bounced off of her head. For a few seconds she was out of it. But when she came around she found Peter kneeled down by her relieved that she was at least awake.

“Are you alright… um sorry I forgot your name…” He asked concerned.

“My name is not important!” She quickly snapped back as she sat up feeling her hand along a long cut across her head. “Ouch!” She said as she saw the light red on her fingers.

“That looks nasty. Look come with me, we’ve got a first aid kit out back, I’m guessing you’ll want a plaster.” He told her leading her into the back room and reaching into a cupboard pulling out a small green box with a little white cross on the front.

“Thanks.” She said as he handed her a large plaster.

“Well I’m guessing you’re also a ‘bible basher’ too!” He joked, placing a small grin on her face, before her smile emerged. “Though I do hate it when people call me that!”

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