(Tyler's pov)

After we finished singing, the preacher walked up to the altar and greeted us, beginning with the sign of the cross.

"The Lord be with you."

"And with your spirit." We all replied.

"Let us all stand as we pray the Penitential Act."

We all stood together.

"I confess to almighty God, and to you, my brothers and sisters, that I have greatly sinned, in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done, and in what I have failed to do, through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault; therefore I ask blessed Mary ever-Virgin, all the angels and saints, and to you, my brothers and sisters, to pray for me to the Lord our God."

The priest held his hands in the air.

"Have mercy on us, O Lord."

"For we have sinned against you."

"Show us, O Lord, your mercy."

"And grant us your salvation."

"Let us pray the Gloria."

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to people of good will. We praise you, we bless you,
we adore you, we glorify you, we give you thanks for your great glory. Lord God, heavenly king. O God, almighty Father. Lord Jesus Christ, Only Begotten Son, Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father, you take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us, you are seated at the right hand of the Father, have mercy on us. For you alone are the Holy one, you alone are the Lord, you alone are the most high, Jesus Christ, with the Holy Spirit, in the glory of God the Father, Amen."

"You may be seated."

(Josh's pov)

I didn't stand up for the prayers. Thank god my parents didn't see me. I didn't care to listen to the priest's message, I don't care about it at all.

But the only thing that kept my mind open was that boy, that gorgeous devilish boy. He's so hot, but so evil.

Why do I say he's evil, because she loves that fake Lord that my whole family hates me for.

Suddenly, my mom slapped my on the shoulder.

"Pay attention."

"Why, this isn't worth it."

"It is, you don't want to stay in purgatory forever do you?"

"Yes."

Mom scoffed.

"May God have mercy on your soul."

I scoffed back.

"Whatever."

(Tyler's pov)

I turned my head just a bit to see that beautiful boy rocking and rolling around his seat, refusing to listen to the priest's words.

It broke my heart to know that he seemed to not care about the word of our Lord. I wish there was some way I could help him.

Suddenly, mother tapped me on the shoulder.

"Tyler, pay attention."

I nodded.

"Yes mother."

"Based on the testimony of St. Therese of Lisieux, it is said that our lack of confidence in our Lord's mercy and love is what wounds him to the heart, which is why we must always pray for Jesus to have mercy on all of us."

"Glory to you, O Lord."

"Let us all stand as we pray the apostles creed."

We all once again stood together.

"I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died and was buried.
He descended into Hell; the third day he rose again from the dead; he descended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of God the Father almighty, from thence he shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy Catholic Church, the communion of Saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting. Amen."

"Go forth. The mass has ended. Announce the gospel of the Lord."

"Thanks to be God."