There was something about the girl no one ever understood. I would watch her doodle in class, not paying any attention to whatever irrelevance was being taught. No one ever talked about her because from most people’s points of view there was nothing to talk about. She was another nameless face that took up space and wasted oxygen in a school of nobodies obsessed with their own lives.
When she went home at night her parents asked her "How was your day?". Of course they always received the same response, "Fine.", and watched her climb the stairs slowly to be alone in her room. She probably listened to music or wrote. When she wrote she would spend hours on long dramatic stories of lonely, abused children that grew up to make millions of dollars and gain fame and fortune. Some days she would work on homework, making sure to maintain a B average in order to attend a state school and get a good job. She was told how important a good job was so that she could buy things and be a productive member of society.
She attended the church regularly with her entire family. She sung all the hymns half-heartedly and attended Sunday school but always seemed as if her mind was elsewhere. Still though she attended regularly and whenever asked, claimed she was a devout Christian. It was very important to be faithful because it is what good, successful, morally-sound people are. Also the Lord helps everyone through their hard times because He loves everyone.
One day though she wasn’t another nameless face. For one day everyone talked about her
and the irrelevance being taught seemed especially irrelevant. Her parents didn’t ask her that day "How was your day?". Her parents didn’t go to work that day either because of her, becoming very counter-productive for society. The Lord was not there for her that day, He watched as she committed the sin. The next day everyone had forgotten about that day except her parents but even her parents memory of that day faltered in time. People might ask "Why?" when they read this but they possess the answer to that question within themselves. After all, how many of those people will remember this story a day, a month, or a year from now?
