Hey so it's another Faith chapter but we have a new OC character that I hope you like. Onward!


Faith walked straight to her house that day. She didn't feel like having a cheeseburger. She thought that maybe just taking a walk would help her. It was strange. The entire day just felt off. Like her brain was drowning in something. She didn't quite know exactly, but she figured that that was the reason she was just walking today. The day had moved almost too fast to keep up. Everything ended in the blink of an eye. She took in a deep breath and rounded the corner.

It was a warmer day that day than it had been in a while but you still didn't want to go outside without a jacket. The leaves were swirling around the ground like mini tornados while the birds chirped their symphonies as they were all flying south for the winter.

She was two houses away when she saw Mrs. Kazinski carrying too many groceries for anyone to handle. Mrs. Kazinski was not as young as she'd once been. She had dark brown eyes and her orange hair was cut just above her shoulders. She had a kind smile and a few wrinkles here and there. She was retired and had grandchildren, a couple of them her age. The woman lived in an old house all by herself after her husband had died maybe fifteen years ago. She wasn't quite sure. Faith felt sorry for her. At least she had her dad, Killian and Ms. Swan but Mrs. Kazinski didn't have anyone who lived here.

She looked at the door to the house. Angela was gonna be mad. Then she decided it was more important to help Mrs. Kazinski than to be on time for nothing.

"Hey! Mrs. Kazinski!" she called, as she began running over to her. Mrs. Kazinski stopped and turned her head to look at Faith. "Do you want some help with those?"

"Oh, Yes, Please. These were gonna fall in a few minutes," she told her as Faith took some of the bags from her. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," she told her as they began to walk to Mrs. Kazinski's house. "So are you feeding an army or just stocking up before the winter?" she joked.

"I'm getting things ready for Thanksgiving," she answered. "This year my family is coming up from Georgia to celebrate with me. I think that they finally figured out that I'm getting old," she laughed.

Faith did too. She liked Mrs. K. She knew how to joke around. "That's not all true. You're not that old."

"Ah, I wish. There are some things that keep moving past when they should. I think everyone should stop aging after they hit 35," she told her.

"Sure, but where would we be without the senior discounts?" she smiled.

"True that," she laughed. They chatted for a few more minutes until they got to her house where she invited Faith in for a cookie to which Faith was more than happy to accept. After they'd put away all the groceries, Mrs. Kazinski pulled out the hidden cookie jar from above the refrigerator.

"Thanks Mrs. Kazinski," she said as she pulled out one of the gooey chocolate chip cookies.

"Thank you for your assistance," she smiled. She sighed as she watch Faith eat.

"Is everything okay?" she asked. That sigh wasn't of relief, it was more of loss. She would sigh like that a lot after… well you know.

"You just remind me so much of your sister is all," she told her.

"You knew my sister?" Faith asked curiously. She didn't remember any stories with Mrs. Kazinski in them.

"Oh yes. She was the first person I met when I moved here," she told her. "It was the spring of 1998. Me and my husband, Tim, had finally arrived here and were beginning to unpack some of our boxes when all of a sudden this thirteen year old girl comes from out of nowhere and asked me if I'd hired movers to help us. I told her no and realized that we had no way of moving any of our heavy stuff upstairs or some of it in general. She told me to give her about fifteen minutes and she would be back. Well about fifteen minutes later she came back with five strong guys about twice her size, three other kids and about four moms with some food. I was confused beyond belief that this little girl had managed to get all of those people to help. One of the guys came up and said, "Belle here said that you guys needed some help moving in. If you tell us where you want things, we would be more than happy to help you guys." We were unpacked and moved in within about two days and ended up knowing a good chunk of the people here. It was all because a sweet little girl took time out of her Saturday to help two complete strangers."

Faith always loved hearing stories about her sister. It made her feel that much closer to her. "That sounds exactly like her."

"I'd see her around town, always asked how she was doing and she'd do the same. I would like it if we could do it too," she told her.

"Sure thing," Faith approved. She looked at the clock. It was seven forty. "Oh shoot," she began to quickly gather her jacket and head for the door. "Hey, I gotta run but I'll see you around okay?"

"Wouldn't miss it. Bye dear. Say hi to your dad for me," she called.

"I will. Bye," and with that, she dashed to her house.

Scene 11

Faith ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. She knew that Angela had probably sent out a search party by now and that any tv she was able to watch would be taken away by her dad. She burst through the front to find her dad on the phone.

"Nevermind officer she just came in the door. So sorry to bother you. Yes, of course. Thanks again. Yeah bye," he hung up the phone quickly and opened his arms towards her. "Faith," he sighed.

"Dad," she returned and leaped into his arms. He held her tight afraid to let go of her.

"Where were you? You scared me half to death," he admitted.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was on my way home when I saw Mrs. Kazinski having trouble with her groceries so I helped her. Then she offered me a cookie and she told me the story of how she met Belle. I didn't realize how late it had gotten and by the time I got here, you were on the phone. I swear I didn't mean to be more than five minutes."

"Hey, It's okay," he told her. "I would've done the same thing. Next time just let me or Angela know beforehand so we are not completely going crazy looking for you. I already lost your sister. I don't want to lose you too okay?"

"You got it," she promised.

"Good. Now go wash up for supper. I picked us up some spaghetti and meatballs on the way home from work," he told her.

"Sweet!" she said and rushed over to the sink.

Russell sighed. He knew that was exactly what Belle would've done too. He knew the story Mrs. Kazinski told Faith pretty well. After all, he was one of the children. He'd've done anything that girl asked him to. She had him wrapped around her finger. But if it had to be anyone, he was glad it was her. He shook his head smiling and went to go join his daughter for dinner.


Faith was up in bed. She couldn't sleep. It wasn't because of anything bad at all; she was just too happy to. If that made any sense. She was thinking about Mrs. K and Belle. Then she remembered what Ms. Swan said about writing letters to Belle. 'Why not,' she thought. She went over and grabbed some paper and a pencil and sat down at her desk.

Dear Belle,

Today I helped out Mrs. Kazinski with her groceries. She's super nice. She said I reminded her of you. She told me the story of when she first met you. It sounded just like you to help her out like that. Oh, my teach, Ms. Swan, is our new substitute teacher until Mrs. Blanchard-Nolan comes back. She's nice but kinda lonely. Hopefully Killian will change that for her. One word. Sparks. When they first saw each other it looked like one of those cheesy rom-coms we used to watch. Guess it's not so crazy after all. Anyways, I'll keep you posted on that. Talk to you later. Love you,

Love,

Faith


Hope you enjoyed it! Belle's up next guys! See you next chapter! :)