Kaysly's POV
It's been a week since I told Hayley about what happened between me and Matthew, and every morning since, I haven't seen her. Usually, before she went on to her classes she would stop by my room and tell me that she was leaving.
Maybe, she just stopped because I haven't returned the favor back? ... I don't know.
I was feeling a little homesick, maybe today if I can; I could try calling my parents to see how everything is going. I don't want to worry them, but if I don't get advice soon, I might throw a tantrum.
The painting that I had hanging up on my wall was a picture of me at school sitting on a bench behind a tree with the sun high above us. It reminds me of how everything was perfect, when I and Matthew were just friends. I envy that picture now more than anything.
I began to get ready for my morning classes, and prepared my outfit before heading for the shower.
I went out to the kitchen to check on my coffee to make sure it hasn't already evaporated. Then, I start hearing giggles coming from Hayley's room, and at first it caught me by surprised. I thought she had already headed to class? When I walked more towards her door, she spoke as if nobody was around by her tone.
I wanted to knock to see what was up, but something she said caught my attention....
"I am relieved .... Of course ... I am thrilled ... You don't have to worry I'll take care of it ..." I wasn't sure what she was talking about, or speaking to, but something didn't seem right. Maybe if I just asked what was going on and not taking the little information I have and running with it.
I knocked on her door, and immediately the conversation stopped, like I was interrupting.
"I've got to go ... Love you to." She said, rushing to end the conversation.
Her door swung open so fast that the wind blew back my hair. I took a few steps back as she came forward and shut her bedroom door behind her. She seemed uneasy, by the way her eyes stayed on mine, and a smile that look like she forced upon her face.
"Kaysly! What are you doing here?" She said in a perky tone.
"I kind of stay here ...?" I say, a little confused by all of this.
"Of course you do, silly! I thought you were at school already," she said, smiling.
"I told you that my classes start at 10:30.am and it's only 8:50, I thought you've already left." I said.
"I decided to skip class today, it's a long story. Well, maybe it isn't. Anyways, it kind of slipped my mind that you started class at 10:30. So, how’s the coffee?" She asked, saying all of this in one breath. It was now clear that she was hiding something from me.
"Fine ... I'm going to go get ready for school." I say, turning around. I started heading back to my room, deciding not to question her attitude.
Caden's POV
A week ago, when I went to counseling, I received a packet. It seemed to me that it was supposed to be a journal for us to keep; a description of our days during transformation. It was a step by step thing to do on social skills, and as I skim through the packet some more, it seemed to be more of a challenge. Rather than the normal when we told someone about our situation and what we imagine our future to be. Before he gave us our packets, he said that if we want, he would respond to some of the things we wrote about are day.I noticed that he also added encouraging verses to help us through our days.
If I didn’t care I would have threw this in the nearest trash can, but I was willing to try anything. After counseling, I talked to Pastor Jeff. Usually, I’m not open to talking to anyone because I am afraid of being judged, but he seemed really kind, open, and did more of listening than doing. I told him everything about me, my parents, and…. Kaysly.
Even though he flooded me with advice on my problems, the most he gave me about was Kaysly. He said that if I wanted to win her heart I would have to prove myself; that most of my flaws are drawing me away from her. But one thing that he said he was sure about, was that she loved me just as I loved her. He said that she’s just waiting on me; waiting for me to become who I am supposed to be through Christ.
Pastor Jeff also helped me find a place to stay, even though the place was meant for kids’ ages: 1 to12, teens 13 to18. It was a Christian home, where they take care of kids whose parents have abandon them, or some tragedy that happened to them that they now stay here.
He knew a few friends that were looking for help around the place, which led to me staying there.
It was in the late morning that I got there, and some of the kids where off to school and some that were too young, stayed here.
It was a big-like, modern mansion house, with rooms up and down stairs. I imagined the house to be arrayed with toys, and little kids running around, but it was tidy and quiet. The people that cared for these kids like parents (there was 6 of them), that showed me around and introduced themselves to me. The three guys were Jacob, Jonathan, and Edwards, and the three females were Carrie, Jane, and Krista. They explained everything to me about how they run things, and since that they offered for me to stay here that I could help out with the kids. They reassured me that it wasn’t anything too drastic, and if I needed anything that I should come to them.
I told them that I was more than grateful and thanked them; the home wasn’t so far from town, so if I needed anything I could go, and come just right back.
I settled in the room that they gave me, which had a bed, television, computer, mini fridge, and its own bathroom.
Pastor Jeff helped me plan on how I would leave here; when I am ready. We discussed about me getting a part time job aside from me working here at the home. He also helped me get into a community college until my freshmen year, and afterwards, I plan on going to a university.
It was a long day and I am getting ready to read my devotional that Pastor Jeff lend me. He told me that he was going to give it to his son if he had one, but Hayley was his only child since his wife passed away.
I open up the devotional and went up to date, the heading read:
“Why Our Walk with Jesus Seems So Hard Some Days”
“If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.” (John 15:19)
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The next day, after my classes, I had the day to myself. Without thinking about it, I started reading the bible starting from the New Testaments. I started from Matthew and now I was in John. Later on, I skipped a few chapters and read Romans, James, and Galatians.
I knew I was not yet Christian when I did this, but I did understand what I needed to do in order to be one.
After lunch, I went back to the Old Testaments, and started reading Genesis.
Kaysly’s POV
After leaving my parents’ house, I still didn’t feel any better … I tried telling them what was going on with me, but every time they asked I would only talk about my classes. I wasted 4 hours coming back to town to just say that; I was completely drained and tired. For a second I closed my eyes as I waited under the long lights, when I heard rather loud giggles that sounded familiar, echoing down the streets. Across the street was, Movie Place, and a small of group of people getting their tickets for a movie.
Next to the group of people was a smaller line getting tickets for a different movie, which I saw Matthew and Hayley in. Matthew’s hands were on Hayley’s hips and her hands around his neck. Before I watched as their lips met, a car behind me honked me. I hadn’t realize the lights turned green, and I am not sure rather I was shocked by what I saw or that unexpecting car horn.
