"So, how was school?" my dad asked as I climbed into his jeep.
"It was pretty good," I said. That was the first time I said that since my parents' divorce. Ever since my mother left, Dad has been very overprotective.
My dad looked at me, shock controlling his coffee-colored face. "Really? I haven't heard that in a while. What was so good about it?"
I forgot that my dad was overprotective. If he finds out that my day involved a boy, he's going to freak out. "Well, I made a new friend."
"Oh, really? What's her name?"
_Her? Seriously, Dad?_
"Cameron."
"Oh, that's nice." Thank goodness Cameron is a unisex name.
"And I'm going over to his-HER house to do our science project today."
"Oh, great! Do you want me to take you over there now?"
"Um, sure."
I told him Cameron's address. Cameron's house wasn't very far away from our the school. It was about 10-5 minutes away.
Dad stopped into a big, white house.. "Okay, have fun, sweetie." He gave me a peck on the cheek and I jumped out of the jeep.
The weather outside was very cold. In fact, it was pouring rain.
I walked up the porch steps and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened revealing that weird African kid. What's his name again? Oh, yeah. Moses.
"Rita?" Moses asked, giving me a confused look. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to work on a science project with Cameron," I told him. "Where is he?"
"Hold on," Moses said, putting a finger up. He turned around. "Cameron! Rita's here!"
Seconds later, Cameron walked down the stairs, screwing a cap from a water bottle and taking a sip of it. He smiled over at me. "Hey, Ri. Ready to work on our science project?" _Ri?_
"Sure," I said as I followed him upstairs to his room. His room was kinda big. Well, not big, but medium sized. We sat on his bed and worked on our project for about an hour, then we started talking a little.
"So, um, sorry to bring this up, but what is the reason why you were so upset at school?"
I sighed, then looked up at him. "When I was nine, my parents got divorced."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said softly, giving me a small side-hug. "Divorces are hard to go through. But, everything will be fine as long as you pray."
I rolled my eyes at the word _pray_.
"I know you're not really a believer, but if you pray to God, He will answer your prayers."
"Why should I trust in God? He made my life like this!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't blame God just because of what you're going through!"
"No, I will blame Him!" I stood up. "He's never done anything good for me!"
"That's not true, Rita I promise you if you pray, , He will change your life.
I sighed, then I finally said "Fine, I guess I'll pray."
"Great! Well, see you tomorrow?"
"Sure." I got up and walked out. I started to think about what he said. _If you pray, He will change your life._
As I walked downstairs to the living room, I pulled out my phone to call Dad. He didn't answer. All I got was a stupid voicemail. Ugh!
"Hey, Dad," I said after the recording. "I'm done working with Cameron. You can come pick me up now. Okay, bye." After I hung up, my phone rang.
What the heck?!
I looked at the caller ID and it was a mysterious number. Curiously, I answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello,Rita. This is Doctor Arnold. I've called to bring you bad news."
