That’s What Fellowship is.
I stamped my foot impatiently, it took mother too long to get ready to go again. She always dug in her purse for who knows what before she went anywhere. I checked the clock hanging above the cracked sink.
It was only 6:50, ten minutes until youth group began.
Mother came shuffling down the hallway from the bathroom at 6:52, asking me if I was ready to go.
Grabbing my Teen Study Bible I nodded.
We exited the house and climbed into our yellow thirty year old VW bug. The engine started up with a groan before crawling down the street. Mother pulled into the cracked parking lot of the old church, faded white lines marked the parking places.
Over the years, nature almost took over the lot. Vines grew up the walls beside the wooden door of the youth building. The sides of the building were worn smooth from years of rain. As I entered, the warm scents of hot chocolate and coffee greeted me. I walked down the hallway, past the bathrooms and the currently empty rooms used for small groups, my footsteps echoing off the tiled floor.
The double doors of the main room loomed before me.
I could already identify the voices of my best friend Kelsey and her boyfriend Ryan. Bright lights filled my vision as I stepped into the room.
The large cross hung on the wall opposite of me, black and white tiles checkered the floor. Smuggled beside the cross, a small library took up three bookcases. To the left, the youth pastor set up several computers.
I turned to my right, nearly running into Kelsey. She screamed my name as she pulled me into a tight hug, her red curls getting into my green eyes.
I glanced around the room, taking note of which of my friends came. Aside from Kelsey and Ryan, Alisa, Beth, Lauren, and Chad decided to come. Pastor Paul, our youth leader, talked about Esther, then said the snack bar was opened. He always ended his lessons like that. Kelsey and Alisa babbled about a practical joke they played on Beth earlier that morning.
I laughed with the others.
Lauren pinched Chad for a sarcastic remark. I felt at home here with my friends.
I glanced toward the library.
A girl sat on a rickety stool, her eyes intent on the book in her hands. Her name was Emma, she went to the same high school as Chad. He said she didn’t have any friends and nobody wanted to be her friend. He said she was a looser, an outcast, and a teachers pet.
I didn’t know her well, I usually didn’t notice if she had come or not.
But tonight she seemed lonely.
My chair scrapped against the floor as I stood up.
I crossed the room and approached her.
“Hi, my name is Gwen, what’s your name?” I asked.
“Emma,” she whispered.
Chad already told me her name, but I wanted to be friendly, after all that’s what fellowship is.
“Come get a soda and sit with me and my friends, we’d love to have you,” I invited.
She cast a nervous glance at my laughing friends, then she closed her book. Her face beamed.
“Sure,” she smiled, and I knew that I had made a new friend.
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