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happysmiler · Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2004 6:37 pm Post subject: School paper

For school today I had to write an interior monolouge, so I thought it might be fun to write an Odyssey-related one. Now, I don't know how good this is, and you haev to take into consideration that it is now 1:30AM, and I just finished it, so sorry for mistakes and stuff! Please feel free to post corrections! Ok, so here it is:

I saw the police car coming up behind me, but it was already too late. I had run the red light. As I began to feel panicky, I decided that the best thing to do would be just pull over. “Great, Aubrey!” I thought “Now look what you’ve done! All because you think you need to run away from your dad. And you know he loves you! What are you doing? Why are you here? This is definitely the most stupid thing you’ve ever done!” “Did you see you ran a red light there?”, the police man asked me. I didn’t know what to say. I was in the middle of the most traumatic time in my life anyway, but I got the strange feeling that I hadn’t seen the half of it yet. “Well,…yeah, I mean,…”, I stammered as the officer said that he needed to see my license and registration. As Todd handed him the registration and explained that the car was his, my thoughts were running wild. “Why did you run in the first place? You knew that you shouldn’t have trusted Erica. What has she ever done that was good for you? All she does is get you in trouble.” When the police man asked me for my license, there was nothing I could do but admit that I didn’t have one. But then the evening really hit it’s lowest point, when Erica claimed that I had said I had a driver’s license and that I wanted to drive. “What??” my mind screamed “What is she saying? That’s not true! She’s lying! She made me drive! She knows that I don’t have a license! That’s what you get for being friends with a person like that, Aubrey! It’s all your fault. You knew what was right.”

The drive to the Police Station was the longest I have ever had, even though in actual time it was only about 10 minutes. The whole way there I asked myself why I had been dumb enough to believe Erica and to take her advice, when she just betrayed me when I really needed her the most, especially since it was entirely her fault that I was in the mess I was in. But, somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking about what I had seen right before I left home, when dad was praying in the chapel – for me! I didn’t know what to make of that. I knew that he loved me a lot, but what was up with his religion? I knew he wanted me to “get saved”, but why should I? What benefits were there? What did I believe? It was really strange that this was what I was thinking of while I was in the back of the police car, on my way to the police station, but I didn’t choose to think of that, it just kept coming back to me.

When we got to the station, the officer asked me a bunch of questions and then had put me in the jail cell while he called my parents and told them about what had happened. As I sat in that cell all I could think about is how disappointed my parents would be. I knew that they tried their very, very best to raise me correctly, but I was a failure. Why did I have to be so dead-set on having my own way all of the time? I caused them nothing but grief. What should I do? When my parents got to the station to pick me up, I had to use every ounce of self-control I had to keep from crying. And dad said that he definitely did not want to talk about it, at all. That crushed me. He was usually so open to talking to me about anything, anytime. But, I had deeply disappointed him, and this was something I couldn’t forgive myself for. I had really failed in being a good daughter, and I felt more miserable than I had ever felt in my life!

When we got home, I went right up to my room. But, I couldn’t sleep. My brain was too active. I kept going through the events of the evening. And over and over again, I saw myself being so terribly selfish and stupid and running away, and dad kneeling in the chapel praying and crying for me. Finally I decided that the only thing to do was to go to the chapel. Dad found peace there. That was something I really, really needed right now. So I went downstairs and out to the chapel. There I sat and thought, but I couldn’t find the peace that dad so obviously had when he was here. After I had been there for about 30 minutes, I heard the door open, and dad walk in. I immediately felt sorry for leaving the house again in the middle of the night. But, he understood why I had gone this time. He took me back to the house, and after mom had fixed us hot chocolate, he talked to me. It meant an awful lot to me that he talked to me, especially after what had happened. He explained to me the reason he had been in the chapel and what he had been doing there. For the first time in my life, it made sense. It made sense that he had gone to God with his problems, and that he had been comforted and given peace through that. Right then I knew that I wanted that, too. I wanted the type of relationship that dad had with God. It wasn’t about religion, it was about a personal relationship with Jesus. Dad was right there by me as I prayed that Jesus would forgive me for the horrible things I had done and make me His child. And the peace and assurance that filled me then were unlike anything I had ever known.

AIOfan11 · Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 9:14 am Post subject:

Thats good!

happysmiler · Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 10:51 am Post subject:

Thank you!

Bearliz · Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 11:32 am Post subject:

Wow, that's really cool! Good job! Very Happy