My name is Corrie Fleece. Strange name, hu? My story is about
relationships, friends, and faith. We often
hear of stories like these but maybe mine will be a
little different…
Dear God, 2180
School is as boring as ever. Can you believe Miss.
Andrews yelled at Mary? I mean, I know she’s a
trouble maker but still… Anyway, I think Miss. Andrews
is letting out her frustrations out on Mary ‘cause
of her boyfriend trouble. It’s still hard for me to
believe that I have a teacher who isn’t married yet (I can’t
figure out her age either).
We have a new kid in class, he’s kinda strange.
He doesn’t talk to anyone, not even “the boys”. Well,
okay, maybe he does talk, but not very much! He
seems polite enough though. Still… I keep my
reservations. I don’t know many boys who are nice
without some hidden motive. Mostly to get girls.
I haven’t figured out his whole name yet. His first
name is ‘Chered’, I think. It sounded kinda strange to me.
Heather is still talking about this new boy she met.
She says he’s just PERFECT! Yea, right. I bet in a month
she’ll be oogling over some other guy. I’ll never
understand how any girl can be so infatuated with a guy
that she becomes blind to what he really is.
I hope that never happens to me!
Gotta go home! Write to you later!
Your Child,
Corrie Fleece
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Walking home from school, Corrie mournfully
looks at her Report Card. She wasn’t afraid of her parents
being mad at her. That was one thing she never
had to worry about. As long as she passed, it didn’t matter.
Though they were always there to praise her for an
‘A’ or (dare she even think it?) 100%. No, she was more
afraid of what her sister (Emily) would say. Yes,
you heard right, her sister. Her older sister loved to pick on
her about her grades. Emily was so loving…
She sighed again, walking slowly down the side-walk.
The school wasn’t far from home so she had to
walk. “This is awful,” she thought. “Emily’s going
to just love this one. Not a single ‘A’ or ‘B’ in the entire
thing! All C’s. I should have studied harder, I should
have…” Her thoughts were interrupted by suddenly
crashing into something. She felt herself catapult
backwards from the force of the collision. There was a cry
of surprise and pain from whoever had been in front of her.
The next thing she knew, she was on the ground,
her back-end smarting from the fall. She cringed but was
much more concerned about the other person. Corrie
quickly got up and went over to the other victim of the
unfortunate accident.
“Are you all right?” she asked as she came over
to him (by then she could tell is was a him).
“Do I look like it?” An extremely agitated voice
responded. He was trying to get back up…
“Boy, that voice sounds familiar…” she thought.
She kneeled beside the man trying to help him up. She
was roughly pushed aside. Blinking in surprise she said,
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t see you around the
corner…” She never finished her sentence. Standing in
front of her was none other then Chered!
“Gosh, I didn’t realize it was you Chered. You look
different without you school clothes.” She commented. In her
school everyone wore uniforms. Even teachers!
The look she got from him was none to pleasant.
“It’s Jared.”
She looked at him stupidly. “Beg your
pardon?”
“My name is pronounced, ‘JAR-ed’ ”
“Your name is… Oh! I’m sorry, I
didn’t realize…”
“Obviously”
Now it was her turn to get miffed. “Look,
I didn’t mean to mispronounce your name or
bump into you like that! I said I was sorry.
Can’t you forgive me?” What she said must
have hit a cord somewhere because he
suddenly softened.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to snap at you.
You just caught me off guard.”
“All right. I guess I can understand
what that’s like.”
“Hey,” he said as he leaned over and picked
up a piece of paper from the sidewalk. “This
yours?” He looked at it curiously. “Looks
like a Report Card…”
“What?!” Corrie cried. She grabbed it from
Jared. Her eyes passed over it quickly. “Yea,
it’s mine. Thanks, I might have left it there.”
He smiled at her and said jokingly, “Maybe I
should put it back and pretend that I didn’t see it.”
She laughed. “I don’t think it would help.
I’d have to come back and look for it anyway.”
“Really?” he said surprised. For moment she
thought he was just joking, but she realized
that he was honestly surprised at what she said.
“Well, yeah. I couldn’t just leave it.
It would be… wrong.”
He was looking at Corrie funny now. Had she
said something unusual? “Why would it be wrong?”
“Because there’d be the chance that I could
find it. If I didn’t know were I dropped it. Does
that make any sense?.”
“So? That wouldn’t motivate me to get a Report Card
that’s all C’s.”
“That may be true but… Hey! How did you know…”
“I saw the grades while I was picking it up.”
“Oh. Well, anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes,
about why it would be wrong to leave my Report Card… It
would be wrong because, because…” Could she tell
him the truth? Nope. “My parents wouldn’t approve of
it.”
He seemed a bit disappointed. “That’s the only reason?”
“Um, well…” She wasn’t sure if she could do it again.
The truth wouldn’t stay put when it was given a
second chance like this… The words rushed out of her
before she could stop them. “It would be wrong
because God wouldn’t like it. And what God wants is
more important than what I want.” She was bright red
now. She really shouldn’t be embarrassed, but she
was anyway. It was never easy for her to admit to
anything that had to do with her faith. Why, she
couldn’t tell you.
He seemed to like that answer much better.
“Ah,” he said. Then looked down at his wrist watch.
“Listen I have to get moving. I really appreciate
your honest answer.” With that he walked away.
Corrie stood watching him walk away. “That was
really, really strange.” She thought. She glanced
at her Report Card and all her previous thoughts
bomb-barded her again. She continued walking
home, this time though, more carefully…