Satanic Changings. *(Creative writing)*

You would think that changing your religion would take years. Changing someone's religion is like telling a chav to shut up, put black clothes on him, and force him to listen to some Metallica song on full blast.This would never happen, unless the chav was blind, and maybe homosexual, which is not a very good chance at all. But changing my religion is like making a goth into a chav, this would never ever happen. At all. Never. Ever. Not a chance. All my life, I always thought of religion as some old, 60 year old man reading a bible. This is because of what society has placed on our children today. Otter rubbish . And I for one hate it with passion. I love satanism, the religion has many things to offer. You can do whatever you want, without anything bad happening to you after. Brilliant! So that means you can trip up some old woman on the street, and you don't have to burn in hell. Nice... But the best part of my day, is religion class.. um... slag everything..

I'm sleeping. Fast asleep. Dreaming, a nightmare of me being chopped up by some weirdo in a straight jacket. It was after this dream that I relsied, never trust strangers in straight jackets that have a knife in their hand calling you sweetheart, and asking you can they have your kidneys. That is so scary. I awoke , and burst into tears with a massive panic attack. My heart was beating at like a million beats per second, and I couldn't breath. Now, when normal people have panic attacks they try to breath, but me, I don't. I just sit there and let it pass. So I'm lying down, on my bed, tears running down my face, not breathing, with a huge headache, scared and I do not have a clue wherel I am. I finally get back to normal again. My mother opens the door and tells me its time for school. Another massive panic attack occurs. Very nice. Two panic attacks in the space of five minutes, thank you.

I eventually arrive at school. I hate school. Not just the teachers and class but the students. I hate every signal person in second year, expect for the ones that I talk to on a regular basis. Which is I think is about, five people, maybe.. I get through the first 3 classes easily. I mitched them. I mean, I'm not going to need Irish for anything when I grow up, unless I am Irish. (sh!) And math, sure I'm shit at that anyway, theres no need to rub it in. After break the next class is religion I'm thinking yes! Complete dose! I do nothing in religion. Nothing. I think I might say here when Mrs. Laffey calls the roll, but thats only sometimes. I get to P3 and no one is sitting in there right places and I'm like, what the...? And then Sharon comes up to me and informs me that we have a new teacher. Shit. It just so happens to be the school Chaplin. Crap. I always sit up the front of the class in religion, to piss the teachers off. Its like telling them that , yes, I know I'm here, and I'm just gonna sit here to piss you off! Ha! So I make my way to the top of the class and listen to my i-pod. A.D.I.D.A.S by Korn is playing, and I'm happy. She comes in and everyone stands up except for me. I just sit there and stare at her fat face blackly. She really dose have a fat face. Its like rolls of fat, falling gently onto her forth chin. Lovely. Ew. I was just siting there, and became broad. I craved a pentagram into the desk, with my name underneath it. I grew more board and started whispering "Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, .." Over and over again. She calls the roll and I'm the first one on it. "Rebecca?" " Satan, Satan, here, Satan, Satan,.." And carried on for the entire class until the bell went.

Fun times, but there are many fun times for you if you are a satanist