Until The Whole World Hears?

Chapter: 13: Face The Music

I was beginning to logout after replying to my messages and Courtney caught me in time before I did. I click on the blinking chat to see what she says.

Courtney Sanchez: Hey! I didn’t want to do this here, but I won’t be able to go to church with you this Sunday … :/

Ava Raincferd: Okay, maybe another time?

Courtney Sanchez: Maybe …

Ava Raincferd: K, Night.

                                                                         I log off and head to bed after my prayers and huddle under my blanket in a deep sleep.

                                                                        I’m walking down the school hallways and I could tell be the amount of people in the halls that the bell was going to ring. I was running late for the first time and rushed to my locker to get my textbooks. I open my locker and I am bombarded with over a hundred colorful note cards. I’m so shocked that when I look down they all have dates                        written on them. I pick the one that said September 15th 2011 I flipped the other side of the card and it read: Our first Casting Crowns concert. I immediately remember the first Casting Crowns concert I went to and it was with James. I was going to bend down and reach for another one when someone grabbed my shoulders. It was him and I could feel the heat that I get on my cheeks spreading throughout my face.

                                                                                   Everyone in the halls stopped what they were doing and their eyes were on us. I couldn’t find the words to say what I was feeling; it defiantly wasn’t anger but a sense of joy. He wrapped his fingers around my fingers and I didn’t pull away, because I knew where this was heading. Although everything in me was telling me to stop what was going to happen, I listened to my heart.

                                                                                      I woke up to the sound of my buzzing alarm clock that read 7:30 am. I push the snooze button and couldn’t believe that it was all a dream. But thinking about it now I’m glad it was, I glad that I wasn’t actually that weak and vulnerable to let James walk all over me. Then again that dream made me realize how I’m still not over him.

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                                                                                         Next month was going to be the Senior Prom and every corner I turned were flyers telling everyone to come and what special events that will be held. I ignore every flyer I passed by because I know I won’t be going. Going to prom is like a couples retreat, I couldn’t go alone when all my friends have dates. Slow song comes on and I’m left to sit alone on a bench while I watch them make kissy faces and sway to the music.

                                                                                      I sit at a table in the library to study for a test, which is our last grade before teachers send grades in. I had my ear bugs in listening to Until the Whole World Hears by, Casting Crowns and singing the lyrics to the song in my head, while I work on this problem. This song reminded me what my purpose here was in this world from the start. I was meant to spread the word of God, that’s why I have the idea of starting a missionary club here at school. You have to start from the bottom to get to the top, and I’ve heard several stories about successful people starting from the bottom. I could send a request in to the school counselor about my idea, even though there’s barely a handful of Christians in this school, I’m sure I can get some willing people to donate and help out.

                                                                                     I quickly finished memorizing this last not before time ran out to go to class. I closed my textbook, and put my notes into a folder, and neatly put everything in my school bag. I got up out of my seat and head towards the double doors that lead into the hallways. When I reach the door and walk out I nearly almost bump into Heather as she was making her way into the library.

                                                                   “Oh, sorry.” I say and glance down at what appears to be a baby bump. I get a chill down my spine and reality hits me like a punch in the face telling me that I have to move on. I feel so pathetic and obsessed that I’m having dreams about someone that could never be mine again. I’m sorry to say this God, but I hate James. I hate him for making me miserable and breaking my heart! There I said it, I admit it! I don’t care that it is a sin the feels were there anyway …

         Courtney’s POV

                                                            I was really thinking about Ava at this point wrapped around in Michael’s arms as we listen to his CD’s of his favorite bands in his car.

                                                           We were outside the school in his car and in a few minutes we would have to go inside. I wanted to talk to him about my friends and going to church with Ava and Vivia on Sunday even though I know it isn’t are thing … We’re in so much love now that we aren’t doing the long distance relationship and we are growing closer every day. I can understand where Ava’s coming from with him being a bad influence but it’s not as bad as what half of the people at the school do and she knows it. Heather and James are a great explain and it’s staring at her right in the face each time she sees them together.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” Michael says chuckling.

“Ha-ha, well can I ask you another question?” I say playfully rolling my eyes.

“You just did … AGAIN!” He says cracking up.

I give him a glare and he settles down.

“Sorry, what is it?” He asked, looking up at me.

“How do you feel about going to church this Sunday?” I asked with a nervous smile.

“Wow Court … I never thought of you like the religious type …” He says with all seriousness.

“Not exactly it’s a friend of mine, Ava, she’s Christian--.”

“Pssh, yeah right, you lost me with that one.” He says with a mix of offended and an angry tone, while taking his gaze off of me to show that he isn’t into the conversation.

“What?” I asked surprised.

“I suggest you drop this so called friend of yours if you think you’re going to me with me, I’m not going to sit here and watch you get brain washed with lies.” He said, then got up out of his car slamming the door behind him.