Epilogue

[Point of View of 16 years old Davien]

"Davien! Move faster!" my mom shouted from downstairs. I'm in my room and still fixing my white sleeve. My door is wide open so I can hear her loud voice.

"Give me a minute! I'm fixing my clothes!" I shouted back through my open door. I know she heard me.

I glance at the wall clock and it tells me that it's already 7:45 A.M. It's still early. I told her I didn"t want to go to church! I wouldn't listen to the priest, why did he force me to include him!

I have other schedule and I have to ditch...