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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Fame (05/10/12)

TITLE: Some Kind of Reputation
By Deborah Sampson


Some Kind of Reputation
“You know Donald, you asked for all of this. How could you not think that the things you do will not affect you or others, and most times, it affects both! Tell me why you did it, Donald?” His sister asked him.

Her brother shrugged his broad shoulders, “Ah, you know Darcie, sometimes you just don’t think.”

“Donald that would be a good answer if you were a teenager, but you kind of left that stage of your life a few years ago. Darcie tried not to raise her voice with him. “Do you remember Donald, in Sunday school, about the lessons on reputations, good and bad? How we wanted to strive to be more like Jesus. The multitudes that followed Him, how He gained fame throughout his travels.

“Sis, this can’t be compared to Jesus, and I didn’t do anything too serious, it will blow over, and things will be good again, you’ll see.” Donald smiled at his ‘older’ sister. “You worry too much.”

Darcie sat about picking up the empty tea glasses and plates, stacking them on the tray, “You think that Mom and Dad won’t get wind of this because they are out of town for now, but you can’t be sure.”

The telephone rang just then,” I’ll get it.” Donald said as he reached for the phone. “Hello? Yes this is he, yes, I see, aright, I’ll be there.”

The look on Donald’s face told it all, the cat was out of the bag, and things would be getting a little more out in the open, more so than what Donald thought. Darcie could see by his face that he appeared to be nervous over the conversation.

“So who was that?” Darcie bluntly spoke to her brother. “I take it someone heard about all this.”

“Yah, that was a Detective Adams, he says he needs to talk with me about where I was at. I am to meet him today at three o’clock.”

On the way home from the police department Donald was very quiet. He was indeed in trouble; probably looking at community service; it was sure evident that he and his two friends, Tim, and David were becoming well-known in their town.

“Ok, Darcie sighed, please tell me why you did it.”

“ Darce, it was totally dumb, David’s neighbor, mind you, a total grouch, said some awful things about David’s dog, and the old man told him to keep the dog out of his yard, or he’d turn him in.” Donald's answer sounded dumb to him too. “So that night the three of us defaced his front porch and yard. We, that is David, wanted to show him that he couldn’t get away with saying those things.”

The telephone started ringing just then, and for the next hour or so it didn’t stop with reporters wanting to get Donald’s story on this. Each time Donald’s face turned green, he didn’t seem to be feeling to well. “I guess we will be starting the clean-up project tomorrow.” He replied as he reached for his tea. “ I can’t believe I did this. It will blow over, don’t you think?” He asked his sister for assurance.

“I don’t think so, the whole town and newspaper is having a field day over this, you guys sure have acquired notability over this escapade.” Darcie shook her pretty blonde head, he always referred to her as his older sister, but the fact was they were twins, she came four minutes before her brother and although they looked alike they were very different. “I also wanted to tell you, Donald, that our newspaper is not the only one carrying this story, two more is, and one is well, eh, where mom and dad are holding their revival this week.”

Donald immediately sat down on the nearby chair, “I can’t believe this, he moaned, how did you find out?”

“Jen called me, her aunt called her, telling her that the headlines read 'Pastor’s boy caught defacing property …'

David was totally green now, “My reputation is ruined, my ten minutes of ungodly fame caused a lot of problems for all of us, I’m sorry for this, I have a lot of explaining to do, asking for forgiveness, and then just maybe I’ll still be able to follow in Dad’s footsteps, all things are possible, right, sis?”

The telephone rang one more time; Darcie reached for it, “Hello? Hi, yes he’s here, just a minute- Donald, its Dad.”

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C D Swanson 05/18/12
This was an imaginative story that held my attention all the way through.

Nice job with the topic. Clever and well written.

Thanks. God Bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 05/19/12
I really enjoyed this. You did a wonderful job of creating suspense, sprinkled with some humor. I think many of us can relate to wanting to retaliate on someone who hurt us. This is a great message. I think it would be a wonderful thing for teens to read. It's not always easy to restrain ourselves and this is a great example of how things can blow up in our faces.