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MC, a good, obedient, teenage girl, had just arrived from school. She knocked on the wooden door of her suburban home, calling for her mom.
Her mom was an "independent" single mom who claimed that she doesn't need a man, but poor MC had always wished to have a daddy, she sighed.
Her mom opened the door. She had unkept hair that was dyed unnaturally. And below was an unladylike vest.
"Dinner is ready, MC!" Said her mom in her grating, unpleasant voice. MC nodded obediently and went inside. MC shrugged and settled down at the dining table, bland vegan tofu again.
"Oh mommy, do all our meals have to be vegan?" Said MC in her soft, feminine voice. poking at the plate with a fork.
"Absolutely! Are you saying you want meat? Another word for murder? Dont be ridiculous!" Croaked her mom.
"Of course not, mommy," sighed MC, clasping her hands together to pray before her meal, as all good girls should do.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Gasped her mom.
"I am praying, mommy. Every good daughter must pray before mealtime to thank the Lord for our blessings." Said MC with a wise twinkle in her innocent blue eyes.
"WHAT?! Don't tell me you want to be one of those Christians! I raised you to believe in science, not a phony God! To your room! NOW!" Spat her mother hatefully.
Poor MC was sulking while walking to her bedroom, teary eyed. Why is my mommy like that? She thought sadly. She sat on her plush bed, innocently wishing she had a normal life and family. Unlike her mom, she wanted to become a Christian because she was a goodhearted, pure young girl that wanted to become closer to God. She scooted over to her pillows and pulled out the Bible from underneath, reading the holy words of the Bible comforted her in her uncertain times.
She smiled innocently and turned to a page.
"Psalm 27:1 The Lord is my light and salvation: whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?"
Simply reading the words aloud made her feel warm and peaceful inside.
Suddenly, she heard a startling shriek, her mom from earlier was standing at the foot of her bed with a horrified expression on her unflattering face.
"Where did you get that?!" Cried her mom.
MC's eyes peered down in guilt as her mother eyed her angrily.
"MC! Don't you know that the Bible is a sexist, oppressive fairytale holding society back? I don't want you to read anything like that! Give me that stupid Bible, and I promise to give you a much better book for you to read! How about an astrology book, or the Communist Manifesto instead?" Smiled her mom.
"No, mommy. Astrology is not of God, and the Bible isn't stupid! It makes me feel inner peace mommy! It's an amazing book!" Said MC as she opened the book and read a passage to her mom, trying to convince her with the true goodness of God's word in hopes of opening her mind to Christianity.
Her mother was thrown aback by little MC's pure, innocent, holy energy, her face reddening.
"That Bible has been poisoning your mind! I've had ENOUGH of this!" She spat as she pried the Bible out of poor MC's hands.
"Mommy no! stop!" Cried poor little MC helplessly as her mom cruelly ripped the pages apart as she watched in horror.
"How could you do this!" Said MC, hurt, as wet tears welled up in her innocent girlish eyes from the horrible, blasphemous act from her own mother! How terrible!
Before her mom could react, MC ran out of the house crying and kept running and running until she was tired, resting under a shady tree while wondering why her mommy was so cruel and disrespectful! All MC wanted was to be a good girl and a good Christian. She wiped away her tears and found herself drifting to sleep from how tired she was.
MC yawned softly as her girlish lashes fluttered open. She gasped quietly as she noticed the tree she was leaning on was gone, she pushed herself up to see that the ground beneath her was gone too!
"Where am I?" She asked in innocent shock and wonder as she looked around, there were fluffy white clouds all around her and beneath her, which she stepped on, above was a deep blue sky with even more clouds and lovely colours.
This mysterious new place though wasn't scary, it was absolutely beautiful and peaceful, MC felt like all her problems and fears have gone away, feeling an inner happiness spark in her heart. She felt like she could dance!
"Hello MC!" Said a sudden voice that shocked her, the voice was warm and friendly.
"Oh?" MC turned around to see a wise looking man in a white, holy looking garb. He smiled warmly.
"I am Pope Francis! Welcome to heaven!" He said, extending his arm to shake her hand.
MC gasped, her soft blue eyes growing wide as thoughts and questions ran through her head.
"A-Am I dead?" MC asked as she shook his hand.
"Don't worry, of course not! You are not dead, you were sent up to heaven by God because you are a special little one, and I was sent here to guide you." Said the pope.
MC's eyes lit up. "What do you mean?!"
"You are blessed, MC! God had answered your prayers for a miracle because of how good you are, despite your struggles in life." He smiled.
"Hmm?" MC hummed, listening intently.
"You want to be a better Christian and to go to heaven, yes? Well, somewhere here in heaven, you are to learn and attend at the Angeldom Academy, the holiest, purest school there is!" Nodded the pope.
MC was overjoyed with this exciting new chapter in her life, bouncing up and down.
"Will I be meeting... Angels?" She gasped. Imagining the amazing things she was going to experience in heaven.
"Of course! The Angeldom Academy is a beautiful, holy place run by angels who were ordered by God to make a place for special young ones most in need of saving, it so happens that you are the first pupil, you really are special!" He continued.
"Oh? Am I going to be all alone there?" Said MC, she truly was happy and grateful with all that was happening to her, but a little bit sad if she was going to be lonely at the academy, with no friends or classmates to talk with!
"Don't worry, little one! You may be the first enrolee, but you will not be alone. At Angeldom, seven angelic boys, about your age, will be the ones to teach you all the wonders and values about being a Christian. You will emerge a new, holy person." Spoke the pope.
MC gasped in wonder. She was interested to meet these mysterious boys. "What about them? Are they angels?" Said MC, full of innocent curiosity.
"They are not exactly angels, but they are no ordinary boys, they are avatars of the Seven Holy Virtues! They were created by God with pure holiness and purity, and when everything is done, you may choose one of them to be your future husband." He answered.
MC blushed innocently from what he'd said.
"O-Oh, really?" She said while twirling her blonde hair. She had plenty more questions to ask Pope Francis, opening her mouth to speak once more.
"I apologize, my child, but I can't be here for long, I have important duties to attend to in the Vatican, your questions will be answered at the academy, farewell, MC! It was lovely meeting you." He said politely.
"Oh, goodbye Mr. Pope! But how will I get there?" Said MC.
The pope smiled. "With the power of prayer." He said as he clasped his wise hands together and closed his eyes.
"God, take MC to the Angeldom Academy!"