Pray

"I'm not going to private school" said Chris Jr. to his mother.

"Yes you are Chris" said his mother Linda, sharply.

"I'm not gonna drop everything and go to a private school" he said.

"You know what," said Linda "I'm done with this. Talk to your father about it."

Chris went to his father. "Dad, I'm not going to private school."

"Yeah you are" said Chris, his father.

"You can't even afford it! You've been laid off for like, a year. And mom doesn't even work. Were poor. Worse than poor! We have no money whatsoever!" said Chris.

His dad was silent. He looked like an angry gorilla that was ready to kill.

"Go to your room, now!" screamed his dad. Chris walked slowly, dragging his feet to his room.

Chris jumped onto his bed. He laid his head onto his soft, blue pillow. He was ready to cry. Tears formed and slowly began to drip onto his pillow, one by one. He couldn't drop everything and leave his friends. He couldn't handle the fact that his parents were ready to split up. he couldn't even think about going to some private school where he wouldn't know anyone and actually have to work. Nothing was going right. Nothing could fix what was going on.

Chris went to school the next day. He was talking with his friends and they were all really pissed that Chris was leaving them. They tried to comfort him, but even his closest friends couldn't help him. "You'll be fine. We'll still keep in touch!" was all he heard that day. Keep in touch? he thought. Just like how I was gonna "keep in touch" with my kindergarten friends I left before going to first grade, right? Chris ran home, did his homework and went to his parents. The only people that could change the whole situation and make everything alright.

"I'm begging you! Please don't make me go!" pleaded Chris.

"No!" said his parents repeatedly. "You're going, and that's final" said Linda.

"Fine. I'm done with all of this. I don't wanna hear you or see you two ever again!" cried Chris. He, again, ran to his room. He thought, and thought, and drew a blank. There was nothing that was going to save him. Chris's father interrupted his thoughts. "It's time to pray Chris." Something clicked in Chris's head.

Chris has been neglecting something for so long. He's been pushing it away from him. He wanted to live "normally". He didn't want to be burdened by anything. Chris was neglecting his religion. He couldn't even remember the last time he prayed. He decided to turn to his religion.

All of a sudden, everything he had forgotten about had come back to him. He forgot that his religion was the key to fixing everything. When you're having a bad day, turn to your faith. When you want things to get better again, have hope. He forgot all of it; however, at that moment, it all came back to him. So, Chris prayed.

Chris felt a sense of calmness he hadn't felt it so long. Tears fell from Chris's plum cheek to the floor, like baby rain drops falling from the dark night's sky. He cried from the amazing feeling he felt within himself. He cried because he knew God was there for him, and was watching him that very moment. From that point on, everything was just different.

Months and months after praying, everything was just as Chris wanted it to be. He still ended up going to private school, but he didn't mind because that made him even closer to his faith. His parents were getting along again. Chris even stayed in touch with his old friends. Everything was finally calm. Everything was finally perfect.

Chris was doing his homework in his room with a new friend. His father walked in. "Boys, don't forget to pray."

Chris replied with a slight smile, "Never again dad, never."