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Who Was Waiting For Me

Pit-Pit-Pit. Do I look? It would be so simple, just pull the curtain aside and look out the window.
But something was not right, I could feel it. For months the same feeling that someone was watching,
waiting, ready to get me. I was terrified, but I needed to know what was haunting me, so I took the few
steps toward the window and. . .

The he was, Kyle, my best friend since grade school, throwing rocks at my window. “ You ass!” I
yelled as I opened the window “ You scared me half to death!”. But what he didn’t know was the true
meaning behind those words, that for months I’d been awaiting something or someone to come after
me. “ Sorry” he said to me from outside “ But your parents know I’m still grounded and won’t let me
through the front door” “I’ll be right down” I said and began to gather my shoes, purse, cell phone, and
a text book, so I could tell my parent I was off to Hannah’s house to study.

Once I got down stairs I told by parents I’d be gone for a few hours and would be back before
curfew. I walked out side to meet Kyle, tossed my textbook behind a bush and shot Hannah a text that
read “ If my parents call, we R studying 4 History test” . Hannah hated lying for me and I hated making
her do it, kinda, but she always followed through and it saved my butt many a time! “Hey!” I shouted as
I snuck up behind Kyle and watched him jump. “How’s is going?” he asked “Fine, let’s go!” I told him
and we hopped on his motorcycle and headed for Flying High!

Flying High is a twenty-one and older club, and although we were only 17, we both looked
pretty mature for our age and Kyle’s older brother, Jordan, got us fake ID’S last month. This was our
third time using out “Passes to Freedom”, as we like to call them, and they had not failed yet! We
passed the velvet ropes with nothing but a quizzical look and headed for the dance floor. We partied
hard, but I began to feel that watched sensation, so I told Kyle I’d get us some drinks. After a beer, a jell-
o shot, and half of Kyle’s scotch the feeling subsided and I was le for ready to dance again. After our feet
couldn’t take it anymore and Kyle suggested food, we left. Now you are probally thinking” They are
drunk out their minds and they are about to get on a motorcycle and risk their life’s for a couple
burgers?” Now, a year ago I’d say the same thing, but we’ve had practice, Kyle was a great driver and
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not too drunk either, so I didn’t think twice as I got on the back of his bike and we drove away. But we
never made it for burgers after all.

The light, that was what I remembered next. I light and the pain in my left arm, the crashing of
metal as Kyle’s bike hit a light post. The very last thing was a muffled scream “Emma, where are you?” I
heard right before I blacked out. It was the alcohol that made us crash, it was another car that speed
through a red light and cause Kyle to swerve out of control. However, we were safe now, just a few
bumps and bruises. Kyle had hit his head pretty hard, but he was fine and my left arm was broken, but
other than that and two pairs of angry parent we were suppose to make it out alive. It was my parents
that worried me more than the broken arm. My mom and dad knew nothing about my drinking habits,
and were even more angry that I used Hannah to lie to them. I would be grounded until I was 50 that
was for sure ,but in addition the feeling that someone had been waiting for this to happen was what
scared me the most.

It has been a few months since the accident now and Kyle and I were no longer close. He had
changed, drastically after the accident and I was not really sure how or why. I had changed a bit too, I
stopped drinking and cut up my fake ID, so I mainly just went to school, did my homework and slept.
Sleep was my only sanctuary from the gnawing feeling inside me that said “Its gonna happen, they’re
gonna get you!”. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, or atleast that’s what the weather man said, I was
still in bed eating my pancakes until my mom said she needed some groceries for dinner that night. I got
in the car and drove to the store and that very action is what changed everything I knew about myself.

I saw him there, Kyle that is, at the grocery store in the frozen section. He was holding a tub of
my favorite ice cream, chocolate moose tracks, and it took every cell in my body for me not to stare. I
hadn’t seen or talked to him in months and he was suppose to be my best friend. I did not have to
ponder for long, because he turned around, saw me, and headed in my direction with a big smile on his
face. I could not help thinking “You ditched me! You left me by myself, and now you come galloping up
to me with giant grin on your face?” He didn’t know what I was going through though, it was the one
secret I ever kept from him, so I said “Hey” and we made small talk about our lives. He was wearing nice,
khaki pants, a light blue button down, dress shoes and a tie. I didn’t think he even owned those types of
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clothes, but he looked hansom and I couldn’t help but look at how much he changed. Not physically
though, physically he still had short, brown hair, roughly 5 10’ and bright blue eyes. In school, all the girls
drool over him, and I guess I would have too if we weren’t so close. I snapped out of my trance and
heard the last part of his sentence “ Yeah, I just got back from church with my family” CHURCH?
FAMILY? The Kyle I knew never went to church and spent as much time away from his family as
possible! Was this the new Kyle? Family oriented church goer, not that that was a bad thing, joining a
gang that goes around killing puppy dogs is much worse, but this was so unexpected. I told him that was
awesome and he invited me to go with him next week, and I’m not sure exactly what it was, but
something was pulling at me to say yes, so I did, and once I did the feeling that I was being watched
subsided.

“What had I agreed to?” I asked a week later, as I put on my nicest sundress and did my hair.
The only time I’d ever gone to church was for Christmas or when we visited grandma and grandpa,
because my parents never enforced it and I didn’t want to wake up early on the weekends anyway. Kyle
picked me up half an hour later, not on his motorcycle I might add, in a Honda. He came around and
opened that car door for me, something he never did before, and then we drove off. We talked on the
way to the church as if nothing had ever separated us before. We went into the sanctuary, sat in a pew
about half way up the rows and the sermon began. I didn’t understand much or what the preacher was
talking about but I like the almost melodic way he spoke. I liked it so much that I continued to go to
church the Kyle and his family every Sunday. Kyle and I had long talks about life, our futures and out
past. And he always had some way of bringing it back to God’s “plan” for us, which I understood one
Sunday afterward.

On that Sunday I woke up, got into another nice dress, did my makeup and hair and waited for
Kyle to pick me up for church. The sermon that day was spectacular, I understood what the preacher
was telling us, that we needed to repent and tell Jesus our sins. He would wash us clean and purify our
souls after we accepted him into out hearts and then we would live with him for eternity. At the end of
the sermon the preacher said” If anyone here has not accepted Jesus Christ as their lord and savior, and
would like to please repeat this pray out loud, or to yourself.” I repeated the prayer and as soon as I
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finished that watched, judged feeling I had been having for almost a year was completely gone. I no
longer felt that someone was waiting to get me anymore. I pulled Kyle aside after church and told him
everything I had been feeling. He said That I was being watched, always had been, but not my some
murder, by Jesus. God had been looking out for me all along, waiting for me to turn to him and live the
life he wants me too. I would now life understanding that I am a child of god, that he is my heavenly
father and will be with me forever. I know now who was waiting for me and I have Kyle, my
best friend, to thank for that.