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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Enter (02/27/06)

TITLE: Finding Hope
By Angelica Valero


Desperation enveloped her very soul. She had lost all hope; she had lost everything, Everyone who supposed to be there for her had simply turned away. They had all left her alone. Everyone she thought she could depend on, everyone that had promised to be there, there had been no one.
So, she shuffled down the sidewalk, alone, huddling against the wind her arms wrapped tight around her chest. Her once lustrous, chestnut hair fell limp and greasy across her back. Her emerald green eyes once that once danced with happiness now were bottomless pits of pain. She turned and stumbled down the narrow alley and slowly slid down the wall, scraping her back against the brick. ďI donít know what to do. Please, somebody tell me what I should do,Ē she whispered quietly. Tears slowly began to drip from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. She felt so empty, so hopeless. What was she going to do, she had no home, she had no money. She didnít know where she was supposed to go.
The hateful things her boyfriend had said came rushing back. She had been so sure he would hold her and tell her it would be okay but instead he had been full of hate. She had thought that he would be there for her, that he would grow to love their baby but he had been furious. He had told her that she was worthless and that she meant nothing to him. He said he never loved her, that she was just his high school girlfriend. Just get rid of it, he shouted venomously, he never wanted to see her again. She ran the few blocks home, tears streaming down her face. Her mom had held her, stroking her hair until she calmed down. Then she had calmly told her the only thing to be done was to end the pregnancy. She was simply too young to take care of a baby. When she had refused, her motherís eyes had hardened with bitterness and anger. She had rose from the couch and icily informed her that she was no longer welcome in her home. That if she thought she was grown up enough to have a baby at seventeen then she was old enough to take car of herself. Miranda could only stare in disbelief. She still could not believe what either of them had done. How they could so callously tell her to kill a living being? She let her hands drift to cradle her stomach. She wanted this child, she could not kill it. She could not end its life, he or she deserved a good life, deserved to be loved. Now, if only she could find someway to survive.
Slowly, she forced herself to her feet and began to walk once more. She stared at her feet, ashamed of what she must look like, ashamed of what her life had become. How was she going to make it, not only without money but without a friend to support her, without anyone to help guide her, without anyone there to hold her hand while she had this beautiful child? They would be alone. They would have no one but each other.
Suddenly, she noticed music playing from somewhere, it was so peaceful, it calmed her soul. She glanced around curiously, where was it coming from. She walked down the street slowly, stopping every few seconds to glance around. Then, she saw the sign, Enter, all are welcome here. It was a small brownstone building, with a tiny cross perched on the roof. Miranda looked at it thoughtfully, then began to walk once more. ďWait,Ē she heard someone call. A man pushed open the door and walked briskly down the steps. Wait, she heard him call again. Miranda watched him warily as he approached her. Wait my child, he said once more. His voice was so kind, his eyes seemed peaceful, welcoming. You look as if you could use some help, some comfort. Please, come inside, just for a moment. I donít know, Miranda said softly, I should get going. He held out his hand to her, I donít know whatís wrong but I promise I know someone who can help. Enter the kingdom, enter happiness, enter into your new life, he told her. She let him guide her inside and she knew somehow, that everything was going to be alright, she was about to start a better life.

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esther robinson03/07/06
The plight of an unwed young girl about to become a mother is expressed wonderfully. The ending is good. The first two paragraphs could be re-worked to attract the attention of the readers.
Virginia Gorg03/09/06
Nicely done. Reminds me of a local house for pregnant teens - they are welcomed, nurtured, and loved unconditionally. Just a few edits on some words, and you have a truly nice article.