Faith Wish by James Bennett

Author:James Bennett
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781497683983
Publisher: Open Road Media Teen & Tween

June 10

Anne-Marie watched the rattletrap Chrysler as it scattered some dust just before disappearing around the bend. It was an old and junky car, so different from the BMW she had watched fade from view in Indiana. But then, Brother Jackson was not a prisoner of material things. He would be back; Anne-Marie knew it.

The first thing Sister Abigail showed her was the dorm. It was a long narrow room, with a smooth and shiny concrete floor painted gray. There were eight twin beds, approximately six feet apart, lined regularly on each side of the room. Sister Abigail said two of them were unoccupied, so Anne-Marie asked if she could have the one closer to the bathroom. If she was going to have to pee so much, it would make sense.

At the foot of each bed was a metal hutch, about four feet high. It consisted of two storage shelves and a cupboard at the top with a mesh door. The hutches, like the floor, were painted gray.

“Will this be enough room for your things?” Sister Abigail asked her.

“Oh yes,” said Anne-Marie. “Plenty of room. I’ve only got this one bag and the backpack.”

She noticed there was artwork on the walls, and craft projects. Some were simple crosses made of wood and rawhide, while others were commercial posters with Christian themes. “Are we allowed to decorate the walls?”

“Yes, just as long as you keep your own things in the area above your bed.”

“Where are the other girls, Sister Abigail?”

“Some of them are in Bible study, and some of them are in a crafts class we started last month. You’ll get to meet them before long. You’ll be thoroughly welcome here, Anne-Marie; they’ll all treat you like a sister.”

It seemed too good to be true. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

The counselor laughed. “Don’t worry about that now. Why don’t you make yourself at home? Get your things put away and give yourself some time to clean up.”

“I’d like to. I haven’t had a shower for two days.”

Sister Abigail reached for and gently fingered the ends of Anne-Marie’s long blond hair. “Such pretty hair. It looks like you just washed it.”

“I haven’t, though. Not for two days. It looks prettier when it’s clean.”

Abigail dropped her hand. “Well. You get settled and then come back down to my quarters. We’ll have a cup of tea and get acquainted.”

As soon as she was alone, Anne-Marie began shelving her clothing in the hutch. There were two shelves but she only needed the top one. In the cupboard she put her makeup and bathroom articles, as well as her money. She discovered she’d forgotten several things she normally considered essential, such as her hair dryer, her conditioning rinse, and her eyeliner. Oh well, she reminded herself, things that were important at home were probably insignificant at Camp Shaddai.

She noticed all the beds were neatly made; some of them had quilts. The one closest to hers had some troll dolls resting on the pillow. Two had orange hair, two yellow, and one green.

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