Chapter 2

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Dylan's POV
I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's not as though anyone is going to know, I think as I'm driving towards my new church. I park my car and as I walk in I notice there's no one there. "Thank you, God" I whisper. I take my seat and put my head down. I begin to pray for strength. I pray for peace in myself, love for myself and love from others. As I'm praying I hear the door creak open and some footsteps. I don't stop praying. I'm not going to turn around. I pray that I find someone to grow close to, someone I can share this burden with. I finish my prayer and just as I do I hear people start to pile into church.

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