Now seated on an exceptionally comfortable chair, Amy is quite
content to watch her family go on about their life though she's barely been
here two hours for them. Michael is off doing whatever it is that
Archangels do. She says to no one in particular, "Jacob is cool. He's soooo
Godly. He's like an angel on Earth. All he has to do is wait till he dies
or Jesus comes back. Not too hard."
Someone passing by stops and looks at this little brown haired child.
"...Amy, right? Well even people like this Jacob still need God around. He is in control and if He were to abandon anybody, terrible, terrible things could happen. Just like what happened to Saul after he sinned in 1st Samuel. Even Godly people need God's help. One thing Jesus does really well is listen, and sometimes that's exactly what you need, especially if there's no one else to tell."
Amy looks at this passerby curiously. "Um, I'm only four. Was that supposed to make sense to me?"
The lady smiles. "I am sorry. I never had kids. I've never been good at speaking so kids like you could understand.
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Not like he was spying. Not really. This boyfriend was dangerous, he could see that from his pagan necklace, and from the way he acted, and from what he always wanted his sister to do. Among other things. But, as yet, there was nothing the kid could do to help his sister. Although, protecting her from her boyfriend was only part of his worries. She was dangerous to herself, as well.
Now she was giggling, sitting on the couch, sooo close to her boyfriend. –Am I the only one who is not blind to him?- He thought, standing up and going back to his room, -or to her?
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Joey lay across his bed, just ending the flood of tears, but reopening the gates as he looked at his homemade posters. Deciding he didn't care what Jacob thought about him, he got up to call him, just to talk, maybe feel better. After finding Jacob's number, Joey picked up his phone and began dialing his number.
Four times it rang, then Joey was asked to leave a message. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Hi, this is, uh...Joey and I'd like to talk to Jacob. I'll...call back later." Before he said good bye, his eyes wandered up to his posters yet again, and he found himself crying. He barely made out a short "bye" hung up and was overwhelmed with grief. He fell back on his bed, and proceeded to make his pillows soggy with his tears.
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Amy gets up off the chair, not content to see her brother in his distress any longer. She goes off to find Michael, for he has been very kind to her. But before she gets very far, a cuddly-looking woman rushes up to Amy and squeezes her tight. Amy looks curiously up at this new person, but quite soon she realizes it is her grandmother.
"Amy! Oh it is soo good to see you! You remember me?"
"Grandma! Mommy misses you a lot!!!"
"Yes, I know. Joey misses you."
"I know, grandma. I've been watching him. He's so sad!"
"Ah, I know. Oh, I know! But won't it be so GRAND when you see him again?"
"Yes. You know how he always wanted to be able to turn back time? Can God do that?"
"I imagine He can, but why would he? In the end, everything is to His plan, and to turn back time would just mess things up. I've learned that. Besides, it's perfect. Why would He want to do it differently?"
"Oh," Amy says, and leaves it at that. Then for some reason, she feels full of joy. And she runs around, yelling when her grandmother, who is gleefully chasing her, gets too close. And she laughs and laughs and laughs.
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A/N: First of all, Kaya, good guess! Yeah the boy is Jacob...but I kind of wrote it so I don't mention it until the next chapter. It had started getting difficult not naming him though. Anyhow...This one is short because the next chapter is going to be a long part about Jacob. Very long...like close to four pages handwritten. So yeah.
Someone passing by stops and looks at this little brown haired child.
"...Amy, right? Well even people like this Jacob still need God around. He is in control and if He were to abandon anybody, terrible, terrible things could happen. Just like what happened to Saul after he sinned in 1st Samuel. Even Godly people need God's help. One thing Jesus does really well is listen, and sometimes that's exactly what you need, especially if there's no one else to tell."
Amy looks at this passerby curiously. "Um, I'm only four. Was that supposed to make sense to me?"
The lady smiles. "I am sorry. I never had kids. I've never been good at speaking so kids like you could understand.
~*~*~* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *~*~*~
Not like he was spying. Not really. This boyfriend was dangerous, he could see that from his pagan necklace, and from the way he acted, and from what he always wanted his sister to do. Among other things. But, as yet, there was nothing the kid could do to help his sister. Although, protecting her from her boyfriend was only part of his worries. She was dangerous to herself, as well.
Now she was giggling, sitting on the couch, sooo close to her boyfriend. –Am I the only one who is not blind to him?- He thought, standing up and going back to his room, -or to her?
~*~*~* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *~*~*~
Joey lay across his bed, just ending the flood of tears, but reopening the gates as he looked at his homemade posters. Deciding he didn't care what Jacob thought about him, he got up to call him, just to talk, maybe feel better. After finding Jacob's number, Joey picked up his phone and began dialing his number.
Four times it rang, then Joey was asked to leave a message. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Hi, this is, uh...Joey and I'd like to talk to Jacob. I'll...call back later." Before he said good bye, his eyes wandered up to his posters yet again, and he found himself crying. He barely made out a short "bye" hung up and was overwhelmed with grief. He fell back on his bed, and proceeded to make his pillows soggy with his tears.
~*~*~* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *~*~*~
Amy gets up off the chair, not content to see her brother in his distress any longer. She goes off to find Michael, for he has been very kind to her. But before she gets very far, a cuddly-looking woman rushes up to Amy and squeezes her tight. Amy looks curiously up at this new person, but quite soon she realizes it is her grandmother.
"Amy! Oh it is soo good to see you! You remember me?"
"Grandma! Mommy misses you a lot!!!"
"Yes, I know. Joey misses you."
"I know, grandma. I've been watching him. He's so sad!"
"Ah, I know. Oh, I know! But won't it be so GRAND when you see him again?"
"Yes. You know how he always wanted to be able to turn back time? Can God do that?"
"I imagine He can, but why would he? In the end, everything is to His plan, and to turn back time would just mess things up. I've learned that. Besides, it's perfect. Why would He want to do it differently?"
"Oh," Amy says, and leaves it at that. Then for some reason, she feels full of joy. And she runs around, yelling when her grandmother, who is gleefully chasing her, gets too close. And she laughs and laughs and laughs.
~*~*~* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *~*~*~
A/N: First of all, Kaya, good guess! Yeah the boy is Jacob...but I kind of wrote it so I don't mention it until the next chapter. It had started getting difficult not naming him though. Anyhow...This one is short because the next chapter is going to be a long part about Jacob. Very long...like close to four pages handwritten. So yeah.