• I live in a world where only one thing matters.
    Jesus.
    Now I know it's cliche, theres always one person, who doesnt believe.
    Well I believe, just not in this goody goody fairy tale my town has hid us under. No one knows what is outside of the small bubble of air in the huge canopy of the thick rain forest that our town resides in.
    People come in, and they usually never leave. The lucky ones stay in our "inns" (guest rooms in churches) usually stay for a few days, and then leave, and dont come back.
    I was one of the unlucky ones, I moved here when I was 3. I cant remember what It's like to see the sky, not rays of greenish light peering through the thick canopy above us, the blue sky thats suppose to be over our heads.
    There is only one way in and out of town, the walls of forest around us is too thick and closed in that its impossible to even hope of getting through. And the one road into town has a wonderful painted wood sign that says in big letters "WELCOME TO HEAVENS GLEN: POPULATION: 568".
    I waited from the time I was 7 to my current age of 16 for some person to come here and not run away from the people who should have "Jesus Freak" tattooed on they're foreheads. I've always wanted a friend who is willing to read a playboy with out crying and saying "im going to hell!". You know, just someone to relate to.
    I never thought it would be...well...how do i put it?
    Female? Dickless? Non-play-boy-reading?
    Margret Anne Marie Dickenson, was the last person I had ever dreamed of talking to.
    She just oozed "I-carry-a-bible-next-to-my-tampons", with her long wavy blond hair, non cleavage showing shirts, designer jeans and floor length skirts, and the "Chicken Soup For the Teenagers Soul" book she carried around 24/7 with the significant "I HEART JESUS" bookmark.
    As you can tell, daddy's little princess wasnt even close to becoming BFF when we first met.
    I was put of tour duty the day she arrived. Which I didnt mind, I had a blast terrifying the potential Heavens Glen citizens by telling them that they were abusive and to get out of here as soon as they can before they find out there are new comers.
    I pat myself on the back every time the millionaires eyes go wide with shock and quickly hop into they're Mercedes and drive off. No one understands why there are no buyers when I'm on duty.
    Then, she showed up.