|Still an Innocent
Author: World's Love Song PM
My first fic, a little story about a teenagers encounter with a touch of hope.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 411 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 3 - Published: 07-09-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2931089
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Still an Innocent
A sixteen year old girl sat on a bench alone. She had fought with her boyfriend, betrayed her dad by getting a tattoo, and her brother had died the past week after they'd argued with each other.
She'd never felt so alone. She looked at her torn blue jeans, black tank top, and punk rings. Her boots were tight and scary looking, which matched her skull earrings and heavy eyeliner. But she wasn't a bad girl. She'd made some mistakes, and the love wasn't there to ease her soul.
Suddenly, a little girl in a blue jean skirt, a pink t-shirt, and tennis shoes skipped up to her. She looked about seven with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She carried a big lollipop in her hand as she sat beside her.
"You look sad," she said, "are you okay?"
"No," the sixteen year said, "everybody hates me."
"Not everybody," the little girl said, "I like you."
"You don't know me," the teen retorted, "how could you understand my past?"
"There's one way to clear up the bad," the little girl said, "follow my lead."
The two went behind the bushes in front of the wall. The little girl got on one knee and beckoned the teen to do the same. The little girl said a prayer, and so did the teen. Suddenly, the sixteen year old felt love surround her. She looked at the child in wonder.
"God will always love you," the girl said, "no matter what you do. Remember that and everything will fall into place in his plan."
"Thank you," the sixteen year old said, "I feel…stronger."
"Go talk to your family," the girl said, "and your friends. Things will ease up after a while. After all, all things must come to an end, good and bad."
She started to leave, but the teen asked, "Who are you?"
"You'll find out someday," the girl smiled, "have a nice day, Cami."
When Cami blinked, she was gone. Now filled with new courage and assurance, she took her phone in her hand.
"Dad," she said, "can I come home?"
"Yes, baby," he said, "I'm on my way."
As Cami waited for him, she thought about the little girl. She was wise, yet so young. But she'd helped Cami realize the love of the Lord. Now she knew she was still an innocent.