ARRGGHH!!! I'm sooo sorry I didn't update earlier!! CURSE SCHOOL!!!!
AAAAAAHHHH!!!!... Sorry if I'm freaking anyone out here. I'm stressed!!!
Just to make y'all happy, I'm writing an EXTRA LONG Chappie!! Yay!!!
And, without further ado, chapter 7!!
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Adam was surprised. A little scared, even. When he sculpted, painted, or even drew, he often had to go through several prototypes before he got it just right. This one had just sort of come together.
It was an angel, but there was hardly anything happy about it. Her dress was made up of newspaper articles, notes, and pictures. There were tears running down the angel's face, and it had eyes that were so sad it tore your heart to look at them.
It was almost like a copy of the archangel Gabriel, with a banner that proclaimed the birth of Christ. But on the banner, there were four words that had taken all of his courage for him to write:
"WHATEVER HAPPENED TO JANE?"
The newspaper articles were all on one subject; about when Joan smashed his sculpture. The pictures and notes; all from her.
That was the front of the dress. On the back, there were pictures of Mary holding her newborn baby Jesus.
"SHE'S IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL"
Adam smiled. This was, without a doubt, one of the best things he'd ever made.
Adam's dad walked in, only to stop and stare at his son's creation.
"Wow. That looks like something your mother would make."
Adam started. "Really?"
"Yeah. She really liked working with angels."
Adam and his father just stood and stared for a moment.
"Well, what's for dinner?"
You could practically see his father having a mental crash down.
"That's IT? We discuss your mother and all you can say is-" he paused for emphasis "WHAT'S FOR DINNER?!?!"
Adam shrugged. "I was hungry."
Adam's father rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Pizza. Are you happy now?"
Adam looked at the statue and smiled.
"Yeah."
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"... So I was thinking I could enter this talent show. You know, for fun." Joan finished.
Will and Helen Girardi stared at her.
"Are you sure, honey?..." Helen asked tentatively. "Because this means a lot of work."
Joan nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. And I already have a song picked out and everything..."
She held up the songbook. "'Arms of The Angel', by Sarah MacLachlan."
Helen's eyes opened wide. "Where did you get that?"
"Um, it was upstairs..."
Helen smiled. "That's my favorite song..." She whispered quietly. "Sarah MacLachlan was my favorite singer when I was in high school."
Joan smiled, too. "It's a beautiful song."
She looked at Joan. "Joan, of course you can enter the talent show."
"Where do I work into this?..." Will muttered.
"Dad!" Joan yelled, laughing.
Will smiled. "Just kidding. You can enter, Joan."
"Thanks, Dad."
As they walked out, Kevin whispered softly, "Mission accomplished. Operation "Tell Mom And Dad" successful. Now moving on to Phase Two."
"You make this sound like a game."
Kevin smiled. "Isn't it?"
As he wheeled away, Joan was left with those two haunting words: "Isn't it?"
Was this all just another game to him?
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Thank you for reading!!!!!!!!!
Luv,
Kistra Kat
And, without further ado, chapter 7!!
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Adam was surprised. A little scared, even. When he sculpted, painted, or even drew, he often had to go through several prototypes before he got it just right. This one had just sort of come together.
It was an angel, but there was hardly anything happy about it. Her dress was made up of newspaper articles, notes, and pictures. There were tears running down the angel's face, and it had eyes that were so sad it tore your heart to look at them.
It was almost like a copy of the archangel Gabriel, with a banner that proclaimed the birth of Christ. But on the banner, there were four words that had taken all of his courage for him to write:
"WHATEVER HAPPENED TO JANE?"
The newspaper articles were all on one subject; about when Joan smashed his sculpture. The pictures and notes; all from her.
That was the front of the dress. On the back, there were pictures of Mary holding her newborn baby Jesus.
"SHE'S IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL"
Adam smiled. This was, without a doubt, one of the best things he'd ever made.
Adam's dad walked in, only to stop and stare at his son's creation.
"Wow. That looks like something your mother would make."
Adam started. "Really?"
"Yeah. She really liked working with angels."
Adam and his father just stood and stared for a moment.
"Well, what's for dinner?"
You could practically see his father having a mental crash down.
"That's IT? We discuss your mother and all you can say is-" he paused for emphasis "WHAT'S FOR DINNER?!?!"
Adam shrugged. "I was hungry."
Adam's father rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Pizza. Are you happy now?"
Adam looked at the statue and smiled.
"Yeah."
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"... So I was thinking I could enter this talent show. You know, for fun." Joan finished.
Will and Helen Girardi stared at her.
"Are you sure, honey?..." Helen asked tentatively. "Because this means a lot of work."
Joan nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. And I already have a song picked out and everything..."
She held up the songbook. "'Arms of The Angel', by Sarah MacLachlan."
Helen's eyes opened wide. "Where did you get that?"
"Um, it was upstairs..."
Helen smiled. "That's my favorite song..." She whispered quietly. "Sarah MacLachlan was my favorite singer when I was in high school."
Joan smiled, too. "It's a beautiful song."
She looked at Joan. "Joan, of course you can enter the talent show."
"Where do I work into this?..." Will muttered.
"Dad!" Joan yelled, laughing.
Will smiled. "Just kidding. You can enter, Joan."
"Thanks, Dad."
As they walked out, Kevin whispered softly, "Mission accomplished. Operation "Tell Mom And Dad" successful. Now moving on to Phase Two."
"You make this sound like a game."
Kevin smiled. "Isn't it?"
As he wheeled away, Joan was left with those two haunting words: "Isn't it?"
Was this all just another game to him?
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Thank you for reading!!!!!!!!!
Luv,
Kistra Kat