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Story: The Test Of Faith …Episode 8 (By Faith H. Collins)




The Test Of Faith

Test of Faith

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Episode 8: October Surprise.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will  they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

 

Have you ever felt lonely? Empty? Like that special someone is missing? If you said yes to any of these crazy questions you feel exactly like me. That’s right, I feel like this. I’m in my room, drowning my sorrows in lovely mint-chip ice cream and surrounding myself with thick photo albums that crush not only my puny arms but also my heart. If you couldn’t tell already there are 2 things that are wrong with me:

1) I’m suffering from HOME LOVE DISORDER, if you didn’t know about this it’s very serious another non-technical name for it is…terrible love and home missing-ness.

Ok so maybe “missing-ness” isn’t a real word but sure should be, and lastly I have really puny arms. I thought I was plenty strong but recent events would suggest that I can’t pick up even 5 photo albums because…… Okay, well maybe it’s because teens (such as me!) like to capture everything.  I take photos about everything that happens in my life. I’m surprised I didn’t take a photo when I brushed my teeth this morning . Anyway, back to my point. I’m trying to find a name for my problem something that actually rolls off the tongue. Okay, so maybe that’s not my main point, but whatever!

 

I don’t know what is happening to normal Angel; if I was my normal self, I wouldn’t be acting like this. I shouldn’t be like this on a Sunday night, I should be out at church praising God, hanging out with my gal-pals, or even possibly even maybe Derek if Zoe hadn’t “FORBIDDEN” me.  I COULD be doing all these things but instead I’m here in my room crying. I can’t believe I’m crying actual tears. I’m not fearless, but I’m a strong, wild person. I just miss Canada sooo much; Canada is amazing. Everything’s amazing in Canada, except for a few rotten apples. Okay, that happens everywhere, but Canada is different.  In Canada, you couldn’t help but say “eh”, you couldn’t help enjoying all winter has to offer. Canada, to me, really was land of the free. All though we’re free in America, it’s not the same as Canada. There, you weren’t mocked like here, you weren’t thought to be a different species just because you where religious. We all had an opinion about Obama; don’t get me wrong, we didn’t say it to his face, just “polite Canadian comments” as my dad used to call it. When it came to sports we where the bomb! We were confident and proud skating on the ice, and we were very polite when we lost.

 

Now it’s different. I can’t look at the changing weather in Florida, it’s SUMMER, straight summer. I can’t wear sweaters unless I burn to death, I can’t say “eh” without someone suspecting I was somehow Canadian. So because of this I’m spending my moments with my photo albums missing Tristan and Cathie but mostly Tristan.  I stared at one picture of me and Tristan in particular. I stared as tears flooded down; I remember this day a little too well.

 

It was the end of grade 8, and it had been officially 3 months since me and Tristan had gotten together. Yes, we were young, but because we were guided by the holy spirit it was different.  We were happy in our new-found love. Anyway, we sat down on a bench that was placed in front of the school holding hands while casually watching other eighters who were hugging, laughing, crying and signing yearbooks . We, on the other hand, were set for high school together. He looked at me with glistening eyes and said “I don’t want to lose you.”  I looked at him, I don’t know if it was because it was the end of the year, or because it was currently the time of the month, but I leaned in.  He was surprised but leaned in also, I remember our noses touching then suddenly a grade 6 girl came up to us to ask Tris to sign her yearbook.  I was so upset, I remember slightly banging my head on the girl’s washroom door after I excused myself to “go to the bathroom”. Since then, we’ve had a lot of almost-kisses. Yes, that’s right, put in a newspaper, proclaim it to the world: Angel Storm has never had her first kiss.

It’s probably just my sadness talking. I just miss him so much, everything about him is making me cry. I miss the little things we did like: walks in the park, raking leaves and eating at the cafe.  My thoughts were interrupted by my concerned mother rapidly knocking on my door, obviously she can’t read the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign that I put on my door.

Usually, when I’m upset NOBODY talks to me or even mentions me, and they certainly do not go up to my sanctuary (my room) and disturb me. This time, though. I was actually happy she was here “Oh, baby.” She ran up to me and hugged me like mothers do. “I miss him so much,” I cried into her hair. She patted my back. “It’s okay dear, God will heal your open wound” I tried not to roll my eyes since it’s my pet peeve. Why does God have to be put into all my conversations? If God really did care about me, He would bring Tristan to me.  I changed into my PJ’s crossed my arms like a child as my mother tucked me in like a child. “Nighty night, sweetie, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” She closed my door and I fell asleep not believing that God gave a crap about my stupid problems.

 

“Angel, Angel.  Honey. ANGEL!” I rubbed my eyes to see my dad set for work, bible in hand, looking at me like I was Satan. “I’m fine,” I reassured him. He looked at me doubtfully and walked away.

 

I crawled out of my bed and walked to my bathroom, staring into the mirror I saw a face, a face that belonged to an ugly creature “AHH, WITCH!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.  As I looked more closely, I realized that it was really my face. My hair was out of place and my makeup made me look like a racoon, so I could see why I thought I was staring at something like a witch. Splashing my face with water, I felt a little bit of relief; something that I haven’t felt in a while. I changed into high-rise red skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that said “J’aime Dieu” in big white letters. I waved good-bye to my parents, grabbed my blue jansport bag and red bow-flats and headed to Zoe’s house.

Zoe’s mother, much like Zoe was perky, neon, highlighter without braces “Hi Mrs. Rageo,” I greeted her. “Is Zoe ready?” She nodded happily, smiling and letting her beautiful white teeth show. Every day since September, it felt like the same routine: Wake up, get dressed, have breakfast (usually), grab Zoe, hear her complain about how Derek is a jerk, grab Derek, he flirts with me, and we part ways. I realized that by thinking to myself I tuned out poor Zoe.

 

“Girl, he might have diseases, do you really want that?” I rolled my eyes and rang Derek’s doorbell. Derek came out swiftly, grabbing his stuff and closing the door so that I couldn’t see the inside of his house. Although we were somewhat friends, I have never heard anything from his house: no loud noises, no family, NOTHING. From what I saw, he lives there by himself. He would talk to me when we were walking, sometimes in class, and when his friends weren’t looking. From what I saw, he didn’t like talking to me. Instead, he flirts like an idiot, but he really is a sweet guy.

“Hey gorgeous,” he smiled. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me slightly and I didn’t hug him back. “Angel, what’s wrong?”he asked with his voice full of worry. By those magic words, Zoe stopped ranting and looked at me.  “Angie what’s wrong?” After this, that was all I heard for the next block. “Fine,” I sighed, not wanting to deal with them. “I have… uh… feminine hygiene… problems,” I stammered for an explanation. Derek froze, unable to form words. He awkwardly nodded and walked in silence. Eventually, we parted ways: Zoe and I met up with Suzie and Mandy, while he met up with some of our air-headed classmates and his best friend. Zoe rolled her eyes as he made his way to Johnny. Although she claims that he is “the devil in disguise,” I think she might have a thing for him and it’s pretty obvious he has a thing for her.

Zoe and I entered the school, we eventually moved toward her locker and Mandy came up to us. “Hey guys,” she fixed her long black hair that was placed into a neat bun. “So, where’s Suzie?” I wondered, not seeing the Leo Howard loving fan girl.  Mandy smiled weakly “Well, she is going on a cruise that she won to meet Leo Howard… I didn’t want to go because I’m interested in more important things.” Zoe smiled, “Like what?” She beamed, “Well, there has been an increasing suicide rate this time of year most likely because of the climate or the ending of Star Trek.”

Looking at Mandy, you would never expect her to be nerd-ish: her hair was perfect, she had a great posture and if she wasn’t such a nerd Derek would probably go for her instead of me. Suddenly, Zoe slammed her locker shut. “You’re not singing, are you?” I shook my head sadly. “How much time do we have ’til Carol walks in?” Zoe asked Mandy. She peered at her techno looking watch. “Approximately 3 minutes, 10 seconds, 4 milliseconds calculating” “Thanks,” she cut her off. “Okay, you have about 3 minutes to tell me what’s going on.” I sighed, “I really miss Tristan. This is the longest we’ve ever been apart.” Zoe pouted and they group hugged me, my day was pretty much spent like this: went to class, got tripped by Carol, washed myself, got hit on by Derek, got more A’s and ignored Derek.

Finally, the day was over and I was packing my bag and getting ready for another photo-album cry out. I heard somebody come up to me. I ignored my instincts and continued. “Hey there, beautiful, miss me?” THE NERVE! Derek knows I’m going through something and he still has to hit on me… Well, at least he stopped calling me gorgeous. “Derek, I told you-” I slammed my locker shut to look at him, but to my surprise IT WASN’T DEREK. “Tristan” I breathed, looking at him, not believing this is reality. “Tris” I was still in complete awe when he hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around him, remembering his warm embrace. We stood there hugging as the smell of his cologne kicked in. “Mmm pine fresh. I missed you,” I looked into his big green eyes. He cupped my cheek and my face turned red. WOW, GOD DELIVERED.

 

It Continues Still…

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Author: Faith H. Collins




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