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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Click (04/18/13)
Rebecca scurried around to the front of the building and smiled when she saw Naomi .

"Naomi, it's so good to see you. Can I hang out with you and get to know your friends better?"

Naomi's face turned pink. "No! You can't"

Rebecca grabbed Naomi's arm. "Please, you're always with your friends. I never get to spend time with you."

Naomi clenched her teeth. "What part of no don't you understand?"

"Why can't we hang out together? I don't understand."

"Because you don't fit in."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "What do you mean, I don't fit in?"

"Rebecca , you're always late, then we have to wait for you. Don't you remember the night we had to wait until 10 o'clock to eat because you were late getting home?"

Rebecca threw her hands in the air and sighed. "Naomi, if you let me spend time with you and your friends, I promise I'll get better about being on time."

Naomi started to giggle. "Your lamp is burned out. You're going to be late to the reception."

"I don't have to be. You can help me, just this one time." Rebecca clasped her hands together and put them under her chin. "Pleeease."

"Rebecca , I only have enough oil for myself. If you run quickly and find a merchant, then hopefully you'll get back in time."

Rebecca's frown turned into a smile. "You'll let me spend time with you and your friends?"

"Yes." Naomi shooed Rebecca away. "Go quickly."

About a half of an hour later, Rebecca vaulted back to the front of the banquet hall and looked all over for Naomi. Her heart jumped when she realized she missed her.

Rebecca pounded on the door and a grisly man with a sword answered. "May I help you?"

Rebecca's hands quivered. "I have an invitation for the reception."

"Sorry, but you're too late. There's no more room." The soldier closed the door and the locked clicked.

Rebecca banged on the door, "Sir, you have to let me in, please, sir, let me in."

There was a voice from the other side of the door that sent chills down her spine. "Sorry, I can't let you in."

Rebecca pounded on the door with both her hands and started to scream and fell on the ground crying. "I missed the bridegroom."
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Joanne Sher 
04/27/13
Not sure of the connection to the topic, but you did a nice job with this story. I. think we can all relate to feeling left out. Thanks!
Fiona Stevenson
04/30/13
Hmn, Matthew 25, and Rebecca was in the wrong clique! Well written even if not strongly on topic, but the click! of the shut door is a wake-up call. God bless you.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 
05/01/13
I think you did a great job of bringing this familiar Bible story to life. I really liked how you brought the characters to life and brought the message home nice job.
Alicia Renkema
05/01/13
Yes, great job of bringing the message home. Missing the Master is the most sobering thought of all. Blessings...
Judith Gayle Smith-Owens Vitouswykegardinerclark
05/01/13
A charming story. Rebecca reminded me of me, sadly. Most often woefully unprepared for what life throws at me. Praise God He showed me His Heart . . .

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