[Bitter-Sweet Lives]
Chapter one, More's troubles
More separated from Genesis, going to his homeroom. He never liked school, it wasn't because of learning though. More was actually very smart, it was the people that bothered him. Everyone called him names or teased him, he just wanted it to stop. He never told his parents though, he didn't want to start any drama. He walked into the room, his head hanging low. When he sat down he got out his Bible, he read from it in his free time to remind him to not snap and to forgive the foolish people who messed with him.
"Why are you reading that book?" a girl asked quietly, she looked new. He looked up from his Bible "I read it because it helps me" he said she looked at him confused "How so?" he raised an eyebrow "It's a Bible, you know, the word of God" he said, she tilted her head "God?" she asked, More looked at her "You don't know who God is?" he asked, she shook her head "Should I?" she asked, confusion taking over her face. His face was blank, 'Did this girl really not know who God is?' he asked himself. "What's your name?" the girl asked, her short, choppy, black hair moving back when she tilted her head back to normal. "More, what's yours?" he asked, she half smiled "Alice, I would like to know more about this God guy" she said.
The teacher gave announcements before the pledge of allegiance came on. After the pledge More ran into Alice in the hallway as they were switching blocks. "Hey More" she said,giving him a small smile "Could we meet up some time? I really want to know more about the Bible and stuff, it sounds interesting" he was taken by surprise, someone actually wanted to talk to him? "Sure?…. Where do you want to meet?" he asked, half expecting her to say she was kidding. "How about the park? No one ever goes there anymore ,so it'll be quiet" she said, he nodded "Sure, meet you there after school tomorrow. I have something to do today" he said, smiling a little. "I look forward to it then" she said, walking into the crowd of people.
Throughout the day Alice was on More's mind, she was odd. She didn't have a clue who or what God is, that's what made him think about her. He wanted to enlighten her world with the word of God, he wanted her to know who the Lord was and have a relationship with him. More wanted her to be in heaven, she was a nice girl and she deserved to be in paradise. At the end of the day he walked home with Genesis, not talking at all. Genesis looked at her brother "Is there something wrong?" she asked, he shook his head "Nope, I just met someone today" he said as they reached the door to their house. "Oh, okay then" she said, walking inside. More sighed, following her.
He looked for his mother, wanting to ask her about his plans for tomorrow. He found her reading in the living room "Mom?" he asked, Caitlin looked up from her book "Yes?" "Can I go to the park tomorrow after school?" he asked, sitting next to her. "I don't see why not, but what for?" she asked, More shifted uncomfortably "I'm meeting someone there to talk" he said, his mother sat there thinking for a moment "Okay, but bring your cell phone" she said, going back to her book. "Thank you" he said, walking out of the living room.
More went into his room, he had to do homework. After he was done with that he went back down stairs. "Mom, is dad home yet?" he asked, she shook her head "No, he's still out. He said he was getting us dinner" More walked closer to her, sitting down on the couch. "Is something wrong?" Caitlin asked her son. More sighed "Yeah, I met this girl. She doesn't know a thing about God" he said, Caitlin's face lit up "Well, what are you going to do about that?" she asked, he raised an eyebrow "What?" she frowned "I want you to help her" she said "Oh, yeah I want to do that. She's the person I'm talking to at the park" Caitlin smiled at her son "I knew you would, you've always been a good person" she said, More smiled back "It's because my parents are awesome" Caitlin nodded "You bet they are" she said, earning a laugh from her son. "Love you mom" he said between laughs.
