We were just two odd teenagers, laughing in the park at midnight in our homecoming attire.
We were in our own little world, and no one else could enter except us.
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I was in the bathroom, helping Luke wash his hands for dinner. He and I had bonded quite a bit over the last month. He was like the little brother I could've had. "Now go dry your hands and meet me at the table, okay?" I asked him. He nodded and walked toward the towel. I smiled and walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. I saw Lisa setting the table while Kyle was serving the food onto plates. Samuel was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper as usual. Luke then ran out of the bathroom and into his father. Samuel picked him up and placed him on his lap. Where's Rachel? I asked myself and headed to the staircase.
I took the steps two by two and finally made it to the top. I walked to her bedroom to find her door closed. I knocked. There was no reply. I knocked again; still no reply. "Rachel?" I called out. I heard some shuffling inside then her door opened. She was wearing an oversized purple hoodie, that looked like a dress, and socks. She had her hair down and today it was completely curly. I smiled at her. "Hey, can I come in?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. "Yeah sure," she said. I nodded and walked inside. She closed the door behind her.
I looked around. Her laptop was lying on her bed, on a site on how to tame your crazy hair. I chuckled. "I don't think you're hair is crazy," I said. I giggled and picked up her computer. "I do," she said. I shook my head. "Anyway, why aren't you downstairs?" I asked her. She shrugged. "Decided to have some 'me time'." she said. "Oh," I said, feeling like I intruded. "I can leave?" I suggested. She shook her head with a smile. "No, it's nice to have someone to talk to." She said. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I know the feeling." I said. We stayed silent for a while until I spoke up.
"Hey, you promised to explain that story about that 'Moses' guy, remember?" I asked her. She smiled and perked up, sitting up straight. "I did and I will, now listen." She said. "Okay, so the Israelites were taken captive sometime and were made slaves. Into a small family, Moses was born. Pharaoh then decided, after noticing that the Israelites were increasing in population and could rise up against them, that he'd kill every Hebrew baby boy," she explained, but I cut her off. "Are the Hebrew people and the Israelites the same race?" I asked. She nodded then continued to explain. "Moses' mother didn't want her baby boy to die so she formed a plan. She and her other two children, Miriam and Aaron, made a basket and took Moses down the stream.
"Miriam, Moses' older sister, watched over her brother as he floated down the Nile River and made it safely to the Pharaoh's palace. The princess, Pharaoh's daughter, found Moses and took him in. She's the one who gave him his name. Moses grew up as an Egyptian, but when he was old enough – he found out the truth. He ended up saving all the Israelites through the Lord and took them to the Promised Land." She said then laughed as she noticed my face. She had talked a lot and I was a bit confused. "You know, I have the movie. Maybe we should watch that, then you'll understand." She suggested. I nodded. "Yeah, that would be better." I chuckled. She laughed and got up. I watched her walk toward her desk with her laptop and placed it down.
