It's been over a month now since I first received the box. I'm amazed at how my life has changed. Things seem a lot brighter.
Oh yeah. And Sophia, that speaker who came to school, well I've been hanging out with her a lot lately. She's kind of became my mentor. She tells me about her struggles with not scratching or hurting herself, and I don't know... it just makes me feel more safe and open to speak. I'm not alone.
Speaking of that. "Kristen!" Sophia's voice comes from outside the front of my house.
"Coming Sophia!" I call back. I check myself again in the mirror. Yes, you heard right. I said mirror. I confessed to my parents and showed them what I had done to the one in my bedroom. They were upset. Not because of the broken glass. But because of me, broken me. We got a new glass for it, and I painted the wood frame that had blood stains a pure white. For some reason that just felt right, but I can't explain why.
I smile as I pass my box. I wish I knew who had done this. I'd like them to thank them for helping to change my life.
"Took you long enough." Sophia teases as I lock the front door behind me, and get in the passenger seat of her little blue Pontiac. I just smile. Truthfully, I'm a bit nervous right now. Sophia is in control of youth music at her church. She is really passionate about it, guitar, and Jesus. She's taking me to her practice meeting thing tonight. What will these Christians think of me?
.......
"Here we are." Sophia says guiding me into the church
"Maybe I should leave. I won't fit in." I finally voice my fears aloud.
"Nonsense. Most of these people are your age." She pushed me towards the room where I could hear music playing and voices singing.
The first person I spotted was my new friend Ellyn. "Ellyn?" I gasped.
"Kristen! You came!" Ellyn wrapped me in a tight hug, murmured something that sounded like 'cheese power', I just laughed. Somewhat uncertain about why she was here. Then it hit me. This is her church where she attends and plays guitar.
"I've got healthy snacks!" A familiar voice accompanied the girl pushing the door open and backing into the room. As the carrots, broccoli, and cheese came into view, I instantly recognized her too.
"Heather?" I gasped.... again. This was sort of weird. I'd encountered both of these girls. On days that I had had the song they knew or mentioned. I had been helped by the box and then I helped them. "What a coincidence..." I murmured. Sounded like one of Nicci's 'God things'.
I nearly fell over when who came in the door but Nicci herself. She was panting and carrying several bags and cases with her. "Sorry I'm late. I just got off work at the library, then I stopped to pick up A..." She cut herself off. "Kristen?!? You came!" She squealed and did a little dance, in a very unlibrarian like manner.
"This is too weird." I finally manged staring at these people around me.
Sophia just wore a knowing grin and glanced at the other girls in the room. Her facial features twitched, and then she put on a curious face. "What's weird?"
And then I found myself telling them about the box that I received on Valentine's Day. About how it had came right when I needed it the most and how I would get out a slip of paper and listen to the song and it was like a life lesson for the day. The girls were smiling and wiping their eyes as I finished.
"We should tell her." Nicci stated, looking Sophia straight in the eyes.
"I agree." Sophia nods. Then she looks to Ellyn and Heather who give sure nods.
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Beautiful (Completed!)
Teen FictionKristen Bell holds up a good front. She is friendly and kind to everyone... Well except one person. Herself. ---------------------------------------------------------- Inspired by the song "Beautiful" by the George Twins and "Closer Than The Angels"...