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Topic: FERHOODLE (confuse or mix-up) (03/03/16)
TITLE: Under Construction
By Rachel Rudd
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I gaped and rubbed my eyes to clear the dust. It wasn't the dust that blurred my vision. Everything else besides that one wall was intact. I didn't care. I still had to get away from this demolition.
I scuttled by the front door while a sledgehammer crashed in another room causing wires and wood to crumble. I slammed the door to the noise. Why is it no one ever shuts that door?
I glanced at the pictures lining the wall where faces of friends and acquaintances stared back at me. I remembered passing some of these people at school everyday. One picture showed a girl smiling timidly at the camera almost asking for someone to befriend her.
It was so hard to know what to do. I didn't even know this girl but I was supposed to talk to her? What if others laughed at me? I'm not any good at making friends!
Beep-beep--Oh, wait, I've got a Snap...selfie time! My followers are waiting!
A steady pounding from another side of the building reverberated through the joists and beams bringing me back to the present. Is that someone hammering?
I escaped to the living room. Here was comfort and design of my own choosing. I turned on my entertainment and glanced at my weights in the corner. Maybe I should start working out again. I did 70 sit-ups a day last month! I could join the soccer team.
As I walked towards them, I noticed my guitar poking out from under the couch. Oh, shoot, I need to call my band. We were supposed to practice today.
I took out my phone and noticed my black fingernails. Oops, I forgot to take that off. I hope Mom didn't see that. She would flip out and call the prayer warriors. I mean, I don't really want to join that crowd, but I do wonder what they're like.
Another racket found its way into the quietness of this room blaring the newest YouTube video. Pounding echoed through the house as I sauntered down the hall. This is my house. I should be able to design it the way I want!
I escaped to my bedroom to get a break. Unfortunately a pile of schoolbooks blocked my entrance and I pushed to get the door open. Uggghh.... I don't know how to do that homework for tomorrow. Why do I have to do homework? Who in their right mind would think it would help me? How am I supposed to get all this done in time? I so want to get an A.
I looked around the room. A dusty dollhouse rested in one corner of the bedroom while an assortment of chargers and schoolbooks lay haphazardly around the room. I tossed the clothes I had decided not to wear today on top of the pile of dirty clothes and picked up a leaflet laying near the schoolbooks.
The guidance counselor told me I have to decide which career path I want to follow. How am I supposed to know? I don't even know what I'm doing tomorrow! I know I want to do what God tells me to do, but he hasn't told me yet.
I glanced around the room for inspiration. My journal lay open to last night's confessions. Eric is so cute! If he asks me out, I'll...oh, wait, I'm not allowed to date yet! Lord, help me trust the plans you have for me.
A metallic ringing, like a chisel, sounded right outside my door. Isn't there any place to find peace and quiet anymore?
As a last resort, I hurried down the basement stairs. Noises were dimmed by the soundproof walls. My heartbeat slowed in these surroundings. A sense of peace overwhelmed me as I looked at the solid brick and mortar without a crack in it. All that confusion and pounding during this remodeling and not a single crack?
Wait, what was that in the corner? Was that a crack? I studied the lines etched in the solid stone. My foundation was cracking? No, wait...
A word formed from the marks and I recognized the signature of the builder and designer.
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