"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall"
Conor's POV
I looked at the clock it was 6 am. Time for the soup kitchen . I just can't stop thinking about yesterday when I visited one of the local jails, so many people were saved. I could feel the holy spirit surrounding the area.
I threw on a shirt and changed my pants. I grabbed my phone and some cash, I tiptoed downstairs careful not to wake anyone when I saw Elliot on the kitchen floor eating ice-cream with tissues surrounding her.
Elliot's POV
I couldn't sleep , my mind was on Peter. Were the stories true? Did he seriously like my sister ? I scooped some ice-cream into my mouth and spat it all out when I saw Conor he was probably on his way to help someone somewhere somehow, but he couldn't she me like this. I didn't feel like sympathy so before he could say anything I wiped my tears away and put the ice-cream back into the freezer
I then went onto the patio to watch the sunrise.
Nicole's POV
I woke up to 348 messages. It was probably from my class' group chat. I froze when I saw my sister running onto the patio sniffing. Has she been crying? I then saw Conor and greeted him asking if he had plans for tomorrow. He said he had church, figured I thought since tomorrow would be Sunday. I looked my phone it was 6:30 so I closed my eyes and went back to sleep
Hope you're enjoying the story so far. Have you ever been so upset that you just start craving ice-cream?
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The bully
General FictionHave you ever bullied anyone and feel guilty for not feeling guilty? This story is about Luke Hemmings 3 children : Connor, Elliot and Nicole. I don't want to give away too much , since surprises are the best
