We Express Ourseleves Through Sin

The congregation returned to their seats, slowly but surely. My ears stung as the quiet was erupted by a feedback squeal from a microphone, followed by three more as young boys scrambled around trying to stop the noise. Well that's fucking annoying. The noises quieted and the boys took their seats as I watched a head of black hair bounce along the front of the room.
"Let us sing. Page 330." the man said, as I heard the voice from before it was more than obvious that was who I had been looking for. Everyone grabbed books from the back of the seat in front of them, so I followed their lead, flipping through the old book and letting the smell flow out of the pages into my nose. The organ to the left played a brief introduction and voices filled the room. I scanned the area, letting the book fall onto my knees. People of every age and race sat or stood in various places, singing to save their soul or something. Two women at either side of the room signed the words for whoever may be deaf, hard of hearing or so on. This went on for at least four songs that sounded about the same, and by the end, I must have heard the word 'lord' about a thousand times.
"Before we start, are there any newcomers to our gathering today?" the priest asked, looking around. The old woman next to me raised her hand. "Now Mrs. Connolly, you've been going to service every day since I started here." the man laughed.
"No, Father Way, not me. This young lady next to me I have never seen before." she smiled, pointing at me. Oh fuck you. Fuck you so much. I grimaced then glared at the woman, not noticing that the man had walked up the isle and was now beside me. I turned my head just to jump and swear under my breath at the extended hand at my chest's level.
"Well, I welcome you to The Church of Our Lady and hope you are here to stay."
I took his warm hand and shook it before bringing my gaze up. What the fuck is that white thing on his neck? My eyes continued travel to meet his and I froze. Aren't priests usually like, really old people with nothing else to do?
The man, who looked something like my age, smiled down at me with abnormally dwarfed teeth and released my hand. I watched him walk back to the front of the room and turn to face us again.
"Let us offer one another a sign of God's peace." he announced.
Everyone stood, turning to each other, shaking hands, or hugging before muttering 'Peace be with you.' The sentence rung out over and over again like a mantra while I sat back and watched. The woman next to me had begun ignoring me after my glare, so I wasn't pestered to join them. Soon after the noise went away, people began lining up at the front of the room, I watched as they met 'Father Way' at a small rug by the altar and opened their mouths as he put a wafer on their tongue. Kinda like LSD that one time.... I smirked at my own thoughts and walked to the end of the line.
"If you are new here, cross your arms over your chest like this." I small girl next to me hinted, crossing her small arms across the front of her velvety dress "Then Father Way will bless you.You only get a cookie if you go here for a long time.... I can't even get a cookie yet" she nodded. I patted her brown hair and smiled.
"Thanks, kiddo."
I crossed my arms like she was and walked slowly to the front. When I got there, I was greeted by another smile.
"Welcome, child." he nodded," gesturing cross onto my forehead.
I actually watched the rest of the sermon. I couldn't recite a single thing he said but I was transfixed by his movements and everything else he did. He was amusing in a way.
When the service ended, I was the first out the doors. My heels clacked down the sidewalk all the way to my apartment. I still didn't believe in a god or any higher power, but I do think I ll go back to service next Sunday, or maybe even Wednesday?
(A: service is over now haha that was hard to write. I have only attended catholic church twice, so if you are catholic feel free to correct my mistakes. I got the process i wrote here from a wikihow article. Ahh those perks of being a writer. Once again, comment what you think. <3 )

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