Davion shook Donte's hand to call his attention. Donte looked up and saw that his brother winked. Donte tilted his head, they were to walk in utter silence until they reached the altar but Davion was being mischievous. He flashed Donte a smile as he gestured with his lips to look ahead. Donte steeped away slightly so he could see what his brother was gesturing.
Donte's eyes grew wide, he had seen the church before. It was always a lonely looking church, white walls slightly dulled out from the weather over the years. A dull blue-gray roof and a large tower that housed a large, green orange bell.
The building stood tall on the top of the biggest hill in the village only surrounded by lush green grass making it look more lonely when people didn't come by to visit but today was different. Today the old church was freshly painted a milky white, the blue-gray roof was replaced with a vibrant blue one. Flower wreaths and ribbons decorated the whole building.
