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Topic: Writing a Letter (handwritten correspondence) (10/21/10)
TITLE: True Love
By Heather Palmer
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After putting fifteen minutes between herself and the house, a car approached from behind. Kelly lowered her head and pressed on appearing to be out for a leisurely stroll. “Oh please don’t stop.” The driver slowed next to Kelly and rolled down the window. Turning her swollen eyes to look, there sat Sally, the peculiar girl who sat in the front of her in Chemistry class.
“Hi, Kelly. What are you doing walking in the rain? Can I give you a ride?”
Kelly’s headshake barely visible in the darkness, Sally leaned over and shoved open the passenger door. Kelly bolted around the car and jumped in. She turned her head to look at the quiet girl who was the class loner. She saw eyes of compassion and a gentle smile. Sally reached behind the seat and grabbed her own thick jacket. She put it around Kelly’s cold shoulders, placed her hands on the wheel and slowly accelerated down the country road.
“Why are you out this way, Sally? You weren’t at Scott’s party tonight, were you? I didn’t see you.”
“No, no. I live about three miles from Scott’s house. This is it, right here.”
They pulled into a long gravel driveway that ended at a white ranch style house. Sally put the car in park, turned off the key and looked over at her hurting classmate. Kelly pushed her bottle black hair out of her eyes. Beautiful hazel eyes that were hidden behind dark mascara and purple eye shadow. She was the girl with a revolving door to her heart, looking for love at weekly parties with temporary boyfriends. She needed true love.
“You think I’m a bad person, don’t you?”
“No, I think you need a friend. Do you want to spend the night? Or I can take you home?”
The door creaking open was Kelly’s answer. She wanted to stay. They entered a warm stylish house. Sally’s mom was at the desk working and her dad was on the couch, glasses perched on his nose, reading the paper.
“Hey Sal, how was your meeting?”
“Good, Dad. Can Kelly spend the night?”
“Sure. Hi Kelly, it’s nice to meet you.”
Sally showed Kelly the bathroom and towels so she could get cleaned up. She leaned on the door and sunk to the floor. The tears would not stop. She was so lost and ashamed. On the tile next to her, she picked up a note that had fallen from her borrowed jacket.
It read: “And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge.”
As soon as she was cleaned up she sought out Sally. Kelly wanted to know about this love that is so deep. She needed love that lasts.
“ I wrote that verse down from the Bible. It was a letter written to a group of people about God’s love for them. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It is. Will you tell me more about it?”
Sally smiled. “I’d love to”.
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