I don't own Everwood!
~Prologue~
This is a story about, The life of Calysta (Ca-list-a) D. Twain; most people find it very hard to believe. It was about Fifty-five years ago. She was fifteen going on sixteen. Hm, she was very smart for her age... not too spirited though! She was more relaxed... unruffled. However, that year had some very... interesting things in store for her. Her Father, like mine, decided out of nowhere to move to a small town called, "Everwood" He said that God had told him to. Her mother said she had peace with it... so she guessed she did too! Now do not get her wrong! She was terrified to move to a new town... new school! Nevertheless, something in side told her that it was gonna be ok... so she trusted it.
~*~Faith~*~
~*Chapter One*~
*~*A New Acquaintance *~*
*~At The Brown's~*
I walked into the kitchen and saw my Dad and sister making cookies. "Are those legal?" I teased him with a small smile. "I should hope so," He said wiping his sweaty brow with the back of he hand. I sat down and reached for one when he slapped my hand and said.
"These are for the new Pastor and his family"
"New Pastor! What new Pastor! I wasn't aware Everwood even had a church," He said raising his eyebrow.
"Ephram... who was David and Goliath?" Delia asked.
"Those were two of the tree guys who got put into the fire but Jesus saved them," I said snatching a cooking and shoving it in my mouth. Delia giggled.
"Ephram! We're taking you to church on Sunday," My dad said shaking his head. Delia then busted out into a fit of laughter.
"Me... In church! Are you drunk?" I questioned.
*~Later that day~*
"I'll get it!" Calysta called to her parents.
"Hello" She greeted my family at the door. Of course, she didn't know then who we were. My face went pale! I mean ghostly white!
"Hello, I'm Dr. Andrew Brown," Said my Dad.
"And this is my son Ephram and my daughter Delia," He continued.
"Come in" She smiled sweetly.
"Mother! Father! Dr. Brown is here with his beautiful family." She called while leading us to the living room.
"Hello," Her Father David Twain said shaking our hands. Her mother, instead of shaking our hand, gave us a nice big hug.
"She's very friendly." Delia whispered into my ear. However, I was too busy trying not to stare at Calysta. She was BEAUTIFUL! BREATH TAKING EVEN! She had a soft milky chocolate color skin, and her eyes were the deepest blue I had ever seen. She was about an inch shorter than me, and her hair was soft, dark-brown, long, and wavy.
She was biracial. Her Mom African-American and her Dad was Caucasian. "EPHRAM!" Delia screamed at me. I then snapped out of it.
"What?" I asked. Delia rolled her eyes.
"I'm Calysta, Cali for short." Cali greeted with a handshake and smile.
"E- Ephram... I play the piano." Ok stop right there! Why the heck did I just say that? What was I thinking! From now on I'm gonna go 'Hi I'm Ephram, you know the piano player' Oh my god how utterly stupid! Ok calm down... just one little stupid mistake. She giggled a little and said.
"Really? Will you play for me?" She asked smiling sweetly while motioning towards the piano.
I smiled slightly, walked over to the piano, and sat down. I played 'Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata First Movement'. When I was done, her face was tear stained but she had the most beautiful, enormous smile on her face.
"That was beautiful." Her voice whispered sweetly like a mother soft lullaby.
~Prologue~
This is a story about, The life of Calysta (Ca-list-a) D. Twain; most people find it very hard to believe. It was about Fifty-five years ago. She was fifteen going on sixteen. Hm, she was very smart for her age... not too spirited though! She was more relaxed... unruffled. However, that year had some very... interesting things in store for her. Her Father, like mine, decided out of nowhere to move to a small town called, "Everwood" He said that God had told him to. Her mother said she had peace with it... so she guessed she did too! Now do not get her wrong! She was terrified to move to a new town... new school! Nevertheless, something in side told her that it was gonna be ok... so she trusted it.
~*~Faith~*~
~*Chapter One*~
*~*A New Acquaintance *~*
*~At The Brown's~*
I walked into the kitchen and saw my Dad and sister making cookies. "Are those legal?" I teased him with a small smile. "I should hope so," He said wiping his sweaty brow with the back of he hand. I sat down and reached for one when he slapped my hand and said.
"These are for the new Pastor and his family"
"New Pastor! What new Pastor! I wasn't aware Everwood even had a church," He said raising his eyebrow.
"Ephram... who was David and Goliath?" Delia asked.
"Those were two of the tree guys who got put into the fire but Jesus saved them," I said snatching a cooking and shoving it in my mouth. Delia giggled.
"Ephram! We're taking you to church on Sunday," My dad said shaking his head. Delia then busted out into a fit of laughter.
"Me... In church! Are you drunk?" I questioned.
*~Later that day~*
"I'll get it!" Calysta called to her parents.
"Hello" She greeted my family at the door. Of course, she didn't know then who we were. My face went pale! I mean ghostly white!
"Hello, I'm Dr. Andrew Brown," Said my Dad.
"And this is my son Ephram and my daughter Delia," He continued.
"Come in" She smiled sweetly.
"Mother! Father! Dr. Brown is here with his beautiful family." She called while leading us to the living room.
"Hello," Her Father David Twain said shaking our hands. Her mother, instead of shaking our hand, gave us a nice big hug.
"She's very friendly." Delia whispered into my ear. However, I was too busy trying not to stare at Calysta. She was BEAUTIFUL! BREATH TAKING EVEN! She had a soft milky chocolate color skin, and her eyes were the deepest blue I had ever seen. She was about an inch shorter than me, and her hair was soft, dark-brown, long, and wavy.
She was biracial. Her Mom African-American and her Dad was Caucasian. "EPHRAM!" Delia screamed at me. I then snapped out of it.
"What?" I asked. Delia rolled her eyes.
"I'm Calysta, Cali for short." Cali greeted with a handshake and smile.
"E- Ephram... I play the piano." Ok stop right there! Why the heck did I just say that? What was I thinking! From now on I'm gonna go 'Hi I'm Ephram, you know the piano player' Oh my god how utterly stupid! Ok calm down... just one little stupid mistake. She giggled a little and said.
"Really? Will you play for me?" She asked smiling sweetly while motioning towards the piano.
I smiled slightly, walked over to the piano, and sat down. I played 'Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata First Movement'. When I was done, her face was tear stained but she had the most beautiful, enormous smile on her face.
"That was beautiful." Her voice whispered sweetly like a mother soft lullaby.