There is reason. A reason that I know. In the nurturing mind, that all sinners must burn in their hell, for they do not see what clean eyes can see. This statemement I find quite remarkable and mindless for we do not know what we do, then show us what we do. Forgive us, for we not know what we do, for we are forgiven, like you. For your eyes do not see and that you are the true sinner, like me.
" Asei," I hear a calling from the back of my head. I turn around to see Aletsi calling me.
" Yes?" I whisper back.
" Asei pray," My mother demands to me. I turn back around slowly and put my head down. As my knees rest on this soft, pillow that guards the rubbing on the hard, stone ground, I put my hands up on the back on the long bench in front up as and tilt my head down to pray. After prayer we put are pillows back under the bench and headed for home. As I head for the door in the front in this small room and walk over to Aletsi.
" You needed me?" I say to her.
" Yeah, what are you doing tonight, I think we should hang out."
" Sounds good to me, I have nothing to do and besides, it gives me a reason to skip prayer for a day, we'll just pretend like we are too tired to get up." Prayer is the most important thing in our town. You go to prayer every weekend for both weekend days. I find it uneccessary and unfortunate. Wasting about an hour to pray to a man that not a person knows. You are thinking God, right? No, the people of this town pray to God on certain days along with me, but on these days they pray to the Forgiver. He is supposidly suppose to forgive you of the sins you have comitted.
" Good idea, ask your mom." I smile and hurry to my family who have already been out the door and are heading for the car. I jump right into the back and stare out the window. As we drive out I look over at my little sister who has already fallen asleep and then stare back out the window looking at the lonely fields that lay in this town. The town is small, a small secluded area just for us who believe in the Forgiver. Do I believe in him? You may think so, but in my eyes there is not forgiver, only God. The people of this town are washed, from life. They are afraid to make mistakes because they say that the more sins you commit, the more you must bring forth. Money of course. That's what I think this is, all for the money. This town in a sin, a sin to the real world, a sin in my eyes, for they do not see that they wash out their minds and their kids' minds and spit out, this so called Pure town. As night came around and Aletsi and I throw out our thought about forgivness my mind feels different.
" If only there were a way to make these people believe that they are the walking sin, I bet we could break out of this hell," I say, flipping through a magazine. Most people like me aren't hated upon because we are teens. If you are an adult and don't believe in the Forgiver, you go to hell. They say teens just like to go against every word, true, but this is different. If we don't believe, we don't believe. But for the nonbelievers, they do bad things to them.
" Is there a way?" Aletsi asks.
" Of course there is a way, there is always a way and I'll find it." This is true. There is always a way out, I will find it. I know I will. I know they will. I know.