When your lost you can always be found

I was homeless

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Trudging along the street, I pass by an old friends house, I'm tempted to go in but I stop, thinking about all the rude things I've said to her. I try to make a list of all my friends.

I honestly couldn't think of even one.

I did have a best friend, her name was Sarah. We were inseperable till I changed. Am I really that bad? Dont answer that.

My list of used to be friends:

1. Sarah

2. Zain

3. Cole

Yep thats it.

My list of Good Deeds to humanity:

1. Being born

2. I made breakfast once

Wow I have a sad life.

My list of "Bad deeds," or as I like to call them-living my life.

1. Sleeping with my boyfriends best friend, three times...or more.

2. Insulting people who bother me.

3. Fighting.

4. Stealing.

5. Lying.

6. Selling...stuff (nothing you need to know about)

The list goes on and on.

My phone starts to vibrate again. Of course its my mother, I look at the time, ten o' clock.

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweetie, do you want to come to church with us today?"

"Wow," I say, "You obviously don't know me. I will never be caught dead in a church again." As I said I wanted to laugh, thinking about what I would do for my funeral.

"Honey, we only want what's best for you. You know the Lord is-"

"Mom, I don't want to hear it, I have to go."

"Okay, but remember, the church is always open." She reminded me.

"Yeah, thanks, bye." I say quickly and hang up. My mom tries every Sunday to get me to Church, she just doesn't give up.

I gotta give it to her. Shes persistent.

Finally I reach my destination, Wawa. I walk in. I've done this plenty of times so it was quick and easy.

When nobody is looking I fill my bag with treats. I look around pretending to be interested and not being satisfied. I calmly walk out.

I reach a dark alleyway and look through my bag. I settle for a bag of chips not knowing how long I'll be...homeless. I couldn't believe it, I was homeless.

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Its getting dark and I still don't know what to do for the night I'm thinking about sleeping in this alley when a figure comes toward me.

I panic thinking I'm about to get raped when the voice says, "Come on Bell, it's just me.

My heart does a leap of joy, as I stand and follow him to his jeep.

When I get in I throw my hands around him but he pulls away not looking at me.

"Don't get too excited, I'm just helping you for one night so you can get your stuff." My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach.

We sit in silence.

"I'm really sorry, Zain." I say.

He grunts in response never taking his eyes off the road.

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That night I sleep fitfully on the couch, Zain won't even talk to me. Cole hates me. My mother doesn't know what to do with me. My whole life is a mess.

That morning when I wake up, a duffel bag is next to me with my stuff. I sit up and see Zain going through my bag. He looks up at me.

"You stole this stuff." He says simply. At least he was talking to me.

"Since when did you become so soft?" I demand.

"I haven't," he says, then he tells me something I wasn't prepared to hear.

"I've been talking to your parents."

I sit in shock and listen as he confesses.

He tells me how he had spoke to my mother on the phone after he left the club. He had been looking for me because I had disappeared after my song.

My mother had called his phone and he went to see her. He didn't know why, he just did.

When he got there my mother made some coffee and they sat down. It was only 9:30 and they were watching the Christian channel. My mother asked him if he was saved. He said no and she invited him to church.

He went this morning and he got saved.

I was stunned.

"It all happened so fast, I felt something inside me that I never felt before." He looks down. "I can't even describe it. After Church I thanked your parents and went to look for you. That's when I found you. "

"The pastor told me that the Lord will take care of me. He said that Christ died so we could live. And I believe him."

"Z-"

"He said he knew that there were some bad things I had done but that God would forgive me...because I'm his son. You should ask the Lord to enter your heart too, you'll feel better, lighter, loved."

I didn't know what to say. That's when I looked around and saw what was different. He had taken down all the posters.

"I'm a changed man." he said.

I could have fainted.

AUTHORS NOTE:

I want to give a shoutout to JENICATT, she's a great writer and is very funny. Read and comment on her books Forever Direction and Truly, Madly,Deeply in love to help get her started.

On the right is a picture of Cole.