Thursday, 25 December 2008
05:22:13 PM (GMT)
This is a short story!
She walks down the hallway, hands in her pockets. Her eyes face down towards her
shoes, and her expression is gloomy.
She enters her fourth grade classroom, and hangs her bookbag on her hanger. She sits
down at her desk and waits.
After a few dragging minutes of silence, the rest of the class arrives, and the
teacher enters the room behind them. "Class, hurry to your seats, okay? Because today
is the last day of school before Christmas! So, we're going to have a Christmas
The class cheers and rushes to their seats.
A few minutes later, the party is in full motion. There are children decorating
gingerbread men, playing 'pin the nose on Rudolph' and singing Christmas carols. But
this little girl is still seated at her desk, alone. She hums along with 'Jingle
Bells' and smiles sadly. She is expecting someone.
A boy saunters over to her desk. "Hey, stupid. What're you doing over here by
She does not respond.
"Don't ignore me," he says. "Unless diabetes really does make you stupider!"
"You're so pathetic, you know that? You're diseased!"
She blinks again, and swallows, studying her nametag intensely.
"Hey stupid! You should enjoy this party, since you're gonna die young! You'll
probably never even be loved by anyone! You'll live alone and you'll die alone, and
you'll be sick with that stupid disease the whole time you're alive!"
She clenches her fists tighter, standing up. Tears stream down her cheeks.
"You're wrong!" she yells. "You're wrong, you're wrong! I am loved! I AM LOVED! Jesus
loves me! Jesus loves me, and he loves you too, and he loves everyone! So be nice!"
Then, she runs out of the classroom, spending the next few hours of school in the
bathroom, crying. No one comes to comfort her or tell her that she'll be okay. But
she can still come back to school the next day, happy. Because Jesus gives her the
strength to keep walking.