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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Purple (11/05/09)

TITLE: Born Into Royalty
By Deborah Ann Belka
11/08/09


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I was born into a poor miserable family. Daddy was a lazy good for nothing, at least thatís what Mama always says. Mama never says nothing nice about no one. Mostly she spits out her meanness after hitting the bottle. She hides it in that cupboard.

She's always going to that cupboard and I never could understand why. Until one day not so long ago, I thought I should go and find out what was so interesting in that cupboard. So, I looked.

I guess I wasnít too surprised and now that I knew her secret, I wasnít going to keep it to myself. I told my Pa what I saw in that cupboard and he walloped me right across the face and told me to mind my own damn business. So, I did and I took it out the window with me.

I walked for miles, it was dark and I wasnít sure where the bus stop was. Other than going to school on the rare good day, I never left the house. I have to do all of the chores and take care of the meals. Daddy and Mama sleep most of the day, so I do my chores early. When they get up, I go to my room. I sit there for hours listening to them fighting. Iím never sure who blacks out first.

I saw the lights approaching me for a few blocks before they dimmed. I think my heart stopped beating, but I couldnít be for sure, itís usually so faint and weak anyway. I stood there shaking, not because I was scared that the car stopped, it just that I was real cold. Besides, what could this person in the car do to me, that hasnít been done already.

The door opened and a lady got out. She handed me a blanket. It was so soft and warm, like nothing I ever felt before.

She talked to me about me being born into royalty. At first I thought she was nuts, like my Ma, then she told me about a Father who loved me. Words like compassion, forgiveness, kindness, and mercy flowed from her lips. I wasnít sure what they all meant, but they sounded really nice. Then she told me about Christ, how He saved me, how one day I would have a room in His mansion.

A warmth came over me like I have never felt before.

I donít know what made me wake up, but I knew by how high the sun was it was late and I had better get up and start my chores or I would pay the price later on. I sat up and stretched. I felt so warm and happy, like if I had fallen asleep under the sun on a lazy summer day. As I pulled the covers down something caught my eye, across my bed laid a purple blanket and then I remembered the lights, the car, the woman, the Lord. I got up and went to the door and as my hand hit the doorknob, I realized my life had been changed forever.

I was born into a royal family last night and there is a room waiting for me at my Fathers mansion. I know that when I get to His mansion there will be no secret cupboards or whacks across the face and for the first time since I could remember, Iím aware of the beating of my very own heart.


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Lisa Keck11/12/09
I'm not sure if the main character woke up in her own room or at the home of the woman in the car. Actually I think I do know but I'd like to hope she escaped the abuse. I like how the purple blanket comes in at the end.
Rachel Phelps11/17/09
YOu have a great voice for your MC here, I loved the child-like flow of the words. Good story!