Vicki sat outside Mrs. Weems office, trying to distract herself with the magazines on the table beside her. "Kylie Jenner's Holiday Makeup Hacks". Vicki almost gagged. She couldn't believe that just a little over a year ago she idolized people like her. Make-up and fashion were no longer her number one concern in life. It was mind-boggling how much she had changed almost overnight after the rapture had taken place.
Vicki was awakened from her thoughts by Mrs. Weems' door opening. The Sergeant looked at her sternly and waved her in. Vicki winced as she stood from her seat, grabbing her bandage and hobbling into the office.
To Vicki's surprise, a familiar face greeted her. Bruce stood and hugged her as she stared in disbelief.
"Bruce! What are you doing here?" she asked, still in shock.
"Well, Vicki, it seems that someone is going to adopt you. I just wanted to make sure you didn't mind."
"Really? Is it someone from the church?" she asked eagerly.
"Actually, it is. I'm not sure you're going to like him. He's a bit of a disciplinarian. Sort of stodgy," he said.
"Hey, no offense to the delightful Mrs. Weems here, but that sure is sounding like a step up. Who is it?" she asked unable to contain her excitement.
Bruce looked at her humbly and quietly said, "Me."
Vicki gasped and struggled to find the words to say. She hugged Bruce and cried, reeling from the sacrifice Bruce was making for her.
She tried to speak but couldn't. Bruce smiled and said, "Grab your stuff. Let's go home, Vicki."
Vicki could not remember the last time she smiled a genuine smile, but now there was one plastered on her face, and there was nothing anyone could do to get rid of it.