Wednesday ...
afternoon ... ,
It was calm ... and vernal ...
pure greens ... fresh air ...
no excuses ...
I had to go to school ...
Door knocks
Madden : " come in ... "
Grace : " Ms Madden , I have forgotten
to get your sign here ... "
Madden looks down at the paper :
"for the approval of ... "
Grace : " the graduation festival for the students ... "
The head begins to fill down the papers before asking ... a different question
" tell me ... , that girl who's called Martha Grey .. "
I could sense ...
Grace's body shivering
upon mentioning my name ...
Madden : " how is she doing , right now ? "
Grace : " umm ... she's doing fine , Ms Madden ... I'm keeping my eyes on her , don't worry "
Madden sighs in confusion : " it's strange this time she's been attending all the classes regularly ... "
holding gospel of Jhon in her hand to give it to Grace ...
Madden : " I wonder what kind of complaints we will be getting from her teachers these days ... "
That moment in the class ...
I was listening to the teacher ...
Quite interested when she was talking about miracles of God ...
Catherine : " And for she said within herself , if I may but touch his garment ... "
" I shall be the whole " ....
students continued the verse ..
Catherine : " very Good , now who can explain this part to me ? "
Riya raising her hand ...
Catherine : " Go ahead , dear ... "
Riya : " it describes Jesus' great compassion while looking out over crowds of people who have come to see him ... "
" He recognises they are harrased and helpless ... like sheep without a shepherd ... "
" He tells his followers the harvest is plentiful .. but there are too few workers ... "
Catherine : " Excellent , Riya ... God bless you ... "
" That's what I was talking about ,my dear ones ... we were once weak ... not able to find the right path till that time when God take our hands to the truth ... "
Turning her eyes towards me ...
Catherine : " you dear ... "
she says ...
Pointing at me ...
I look up at her ...
YOU ARE READING
Martha S1: breaking the path
ParanormalWith an old pen - No date - no time ... This is my story , written by my hand ... I beg you ... don't judge the book by it's cover ... it's not me ... please ... keep everything you know about my life as a secret .... I'm so scared Promise me...
