Go ahead. Say it. I'm a bad person. I've neglected my stories.
Sorry!

Max POV:

For those of you who don't know, old men can talk…a lot. Give them a book with over a thousand pages, and you better be prepared for some major boredom.

Combine said boredom with a mind reading/controlling six year old mutant bird kid, and you've got nothing less than a disaster.

After a couple more songs (and a few more beat downs for Fang) Pastor Tim made the motion for us to sit. The room was filled a groaning and creaking, coming from the old wooden pews (which, if you have raptor hearing, is a lot louder than it normally would be).

He began his sermon, speaking in a loud voice, reminding me of my history teacher, when he lectures. As the minutes ticked by, I watched his forehead grow moist, as bullets of sweat flew off of his head. His face turned red, as he began vigorously pacing around the stage, making erratic hand motions.

I snuck a peak at my flock. Angel was sitting quietly, watching Pastor Tim, as if she were actually listening; her hands folded innocently in her lap. I wondered what she was thinking. She turned to look at me, an evil grin on her face. I wondered if she heard me think that.

Next, I peeked at Nudge. This must be torture for her, having to sit still and be quiet. She was shaking her foot, a nervous twitch of hers. Iggy and Gazzy were up to no good. I could tell by the way they had their heads together, conversing, or should I say plotting, quietly. I cleared my throat loudly, to get their attention. Iggy turned in my direction, and Gazzy looked around him at me, widening his eyes innocently, the way he does when he tries to convince me he's not up to something.

Knock it off, I mouthed.

Gazzy sighed, defeated, and whispered to Iggy, who turned in his seat, and crossed his arms.

I looked at Fang, and felt my face flush in anger. His eyes were closed, and his head was tilting up and down, as if he were having a hard time holding it up. His breathing was slow and deep, and I knew he was asleep. I whacked him in his rock hard stomach with my arm, causing him to make an 'oof' sound, as his breath was taken away. He glared at me, and then turned his attention back to Pastor Tim.

I sighed and crossed my legs, wishing time would go faster.

I stared at a stain on the floor, thinking about how we needed to hurry up and leave Anne's, before anything disastrous happened. I let my mind wander, not really paying attention.

Suddenly, Pastor Tim began yelling at the top of his lungs. I jumped, and looked up, afraid that Erasers had somehow gotten inside for an ambush. When I realized he was just getting worked up in his sermon, I relaxed.

I heard Angel begin to cough, loudly, and looked over at her.

Are you all right? I thought to her.

Yep, I just choked on spit.

She coughed again, but I didn't bother looking at her. I watched Pastor Tim, as he glanced at Angel. He, abruptly, stopped talking, and his eyes took on a glazed over, faraway look.

Angel, sto…

I hadn't even finished the thought, when Pastor Tim started jumping around the stage.

"You put your right hand in, you put your right hand out, and then you shake it all about!"

I glared at Angel, and she smiled innocently at me.

I decided to spice his sermon up.I heard Fang laughing, and glared at him. What was with him? Never in the years that I had known him, had he ever laughed this much. Ever.

He shrugged, trying to control his laughter, but lost it all over again, when some old woman behind us yelled out 'My word!' when Pastor Tim began doing the Macarena.

Stop this, now, Angel.

She sighed, and just as suddenly as he had begun his weird dancing, Pastor Tim stopped. He shook his head, as if waking up, and looked around the room, at his bewildered audience.

"Erm, where was I? Oh yes…" And just like that, he began his sermon, right where he left off.

I sighed, feeling tired. This was going to be a long thirty minutes.