The Children Who God Forgot (Andy Biersack)

It had been a couple of days since I talked to Andrew at the mall, and happily I didn't really think of him that much. Right now I was shopping at a small charity shop I went to. I always bought clothes and other stuff there. I liked the clothes here way better. They never had that awful 'shop' smell on it and they were way cheaper here, also I was supporting charity with it. I had found a pretty black knitted sweater, some toys for Ben, Deandra and Makela and some books for myself. I was walking trough the aisles when I saw something I would never have imagined.

Andrew was standing behind the register. The register was open and Andrew was looking trough it. He was stealing money! Why would he do that? He seemed so nice. Why was he even here? I wasn't going to let him go away with the fact that he was stealing from charity. No matter how scary he looked. Did Andrew think he could just get away with this because he was some satanic punk? Andrew held a note in the lighting checking it out. I had to go in now else he would get away with it. Come on, Devon.

I pushed my chest forward and walked towards him, trying not to show any fear. When I got to the counter I realised I had no idea what I should say to him.

"Hey!" I just shouted at him, it sounded quite confident. Andrew jumped and almost dropping the note. What surprised me is that he didn't look like he felt sorry at all.

"Hey, it's you. Why did you vanish in the air a few days ago with that old lady? We could have used some help." Andrew said, not even caring about the fact that I caught him stealing.

"I know it is me and I don't have to explain myself to you. If one of us should be explaining something it would be you!" I shouted and poked with my finger in his chest.

"What me? What do you mean? Why are you so mad?" Andrew asked. Did this boy even know that stealing is wrong?

"You are stealing from charity! You should feel ashamed of yourself!" I yelled. Andrew face expression changed from goofy to serious.

"Really? You think I am stealing? I work here. I thought some guy had given me a false bill so I was checking if it was real." he scoffed.

"You really think I am falling for that?" I said back. I just knew I was going to embarres myself but I felt a rush going trough my veins just talking like this to him.

"People like you make me fucking sick. Just because I have tattoos and piercings doesn't mean I would steal of a charity! I volunteer here! I don't even get paid, but o no just because I look like this I cannot do a single nice thing! Because I look like this I am the fucking spawn of all evil!"

"Maybe if you would just dress up like a normal person." I said, I knew I shouldn't have said this because Andrew looked furious.

"The way I look shouldn't fucking matter. You don't even know me! You just came up to the counter and started shouting at me! I fucking hate christians like you! You all think you are a gift of God and that people like me are out there to do all the evil and will murder everyone. What makes you think that you are better than me? The fact that you're this cute little holy virgin christian girl. That doesn't fucking matter if you judge people by the way they look. Now get the fuck out." He shouted at me, the last word he said with our faces almost touching, so close he was. " you are banned from this store."

"You can't ban me from a store."

"Do you want me to call mall security? They will make sure to never let you into this mall. I would like to see you to explain that to your o so holy mother." Andrew said. I turned my back on him and walked out of the store.

I felt horrible. I should have known better, I shouldn't have judged him, but he shouldn't have said those thing about christianity. O, who was I kidding. He had every right to say those things. The looks he gets from all the church people. I could understand why he didn't like christians.

Notes

Sorry for all the short chapters they will get longer...