This is my tentative opening. Please give me any suggestions you might have!
Tone, Hook, Narrative style, etc.. :D
Thanks in advance!
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I am an atheist, yet strangely enough, I study in a catholic school. I'm not just talking about a school founded by Catholics (though my school was founded by Opus Dei) but a school in where we begin and end classes with prayers, where religion and moral theology are required subjects, where half the population either wear crosses or scapulars.
It was only natural that a "freak" like me would be subject to the snide remarks of my fellow classmates. I don't blame them; we were after all just entering high school, hardly adolescents, boys in fact. But I was afraid. Afraid of being prosecuted, afraid of being isolated. Towering seniors cornering me during lunch, their queries founded on incredulity and distrust. Them, and their jeering laugh. Me, a small bug caught between the intersecting webs of scorn, malice, and disdain.
I kept asking myself, is it worth it? It would have been easy to lie; "Oh yes, I believe in god the father almighty." But how much is pride worth? How much does it cost to lie to myself? It was a choice between a fragile peace and the destruction of my beliefs.
Tone, Hook, Narrative style, etc.. :D
Thanks in advance!
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I am an atheist, yet strangely enough, I study in a catholic school. I'm not just talking about a school founded by Catholics (though my school was founded by Opus Dei) but a school in where we begin and end classes with prayers, where religion and moral theology are required subjects, where half the population either wear crosses or scapulars.
It was only natural that a "freak" like me would be subject to the snide remarks of my fellow classmates. I don't blame them; we were after all just entering high school, hardly adolescents, boys in fact. But I was afraid. Afraid of being prosecuted, afraid of being isolated. Towering seniors cornering me during lunch, their queries founded on incredulity and distrust. Them, and their jeering laugh. Me, a small bug caught between the intersecting webs of scorn, malice, and disdain.
I kept asking myself, is it worth it? It would have been easy to lie; "Oh yes, I believe in god the father almighty." But how much is pride worth? How much does it cost to lie to myself? It was a choice between a fragile peace and the destruction of my beliefs.