That Girl - anonymous
Betsy sat on the cold green bench next to the bus stop, as she did every weekday. It was a cold fall day and her skirt fluttered in the cold wind. The skirt was tan with stars on it. It was her favorite. Betsy inclined her head to one side, tossing her long wavy brown hair and scratched the nape of her neck. She waited. Her eyes moved across the typical scenery. She made a mental check list. Bus stop, check. Bench, check. Big tree, Check. Her eyes wandered to the ground just as a small piece of paper slowly meandered by on the wind. It was about the size of a comic strip. It would move a few feet wit the power of the wind, then stop as if to catch its breath, and then continue on its way. Betsy reached down and gingerly picked up the paper. She readjusted herself slightly and began to examine it. On one side was a picture of two business men who desperately wanted you to buy real-estate. She flipped over the paper only to find a caricature of Moses holding the Ten Commandments. A slew of large Italic letters posed a question near the top of the paper.
WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING SINS IS MOST LIKELY TO GET YOU SENT TO HELL?
Below this there was a multiple choice answer key.
A) Stealing
B) Murder
C) Adultery
D) Homosexuality
Come to the SAVE-A-SOUL mission on 27th and W. New York Ave. to find out the answer to this and all other questions
Betsy laughed quietly under her breath. Her father was a priest. She knew the answer to this question. She pulled a pencil out of her bag. Both the pencil and the bag were decorated with stars. She circled letter D, Put the pencil back in the tiny circular pocket in her bag, and resumed sitting quietly waiting for the bus. She taped her foot, a steady nervous taping. She began chewing the perfect nail on her ring finger as her sneakers hit the pavement.
Across the street three shadows emerged from the public hi school. Betsy's eyes found them very quickly. The letterman jackets that they all wore had become a chilling sight for her. Adrenaline filled her body, making it tense and rigid. Her tongue filled her mouth, and her breathe became quick and nervous. She said a silent prayer that they wouldn't notice her. The three stopped, look at each other, and silently changed direction without speaking a word to one another. The girl's weight shifted slightly as they approached. She crossed her legs, and her arms, as if griped by a sudden cold.
"Hey faggot!" said the tallest of the three. The words burned in the girls ears. They were twenty feet away. At this moment if one were to observe this scene one might notice that Betsy was slightly tall for her age. She had very full lips but also quite a predominate jaw bone. One might think that for a girl of seventeen that she hadn't quite filled out in the hips or bust yet. You might have been able to tell immediately that Betsy was a he and not a she, but then again, maybe you wouldn't have.
Hot and cold flooded her system simultaneously. She wanted to run, to scream, to be at home alone in her room. She looked at the approaching figures. They where shapeless now, black, fiery, demons. They were much closer now.Â
"Hey faggot," one of them reiterated "What the fuck are you doing at our bus stop?" Betsy's hand went to the small silver cross on a chain around her neck.
And yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
Betsy smiled, but not enough that anyone would notice.
The demons pushed her.
They spat acid at her.
She did nothing.
The demons were enraged by her non-activity.
They continued there assault.
Betsy did nothing.
Finally in a fit of frustration the demons drug Betsy behind the bleachers of the nearby field.
They took turns trying to make the faggot scream.
Blood spilled onto the ground
Betsy was silent.
Until finally her eyes closed
The demons can't wake her.
They panic and flee.
I fear no evil for though art with me...
WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING SINS IS MOST LIKELY TO GET YOU SENT TO HELL?
Below this there was a multiple choice answer key.
A) Stealing
B) Murder
C) Adultery
D) Homosexuality
Come to the SAVE-A-SOUL mission on 27th and W. New York Ave. to find out the answer to this and all other questions
Betsy laughed quietly under her breath. Her father was a priest. She knew the answer to this question. She pulled a pencil out of her bag. Both the pencil and the bag were decorated with stars. She circled letter D, Put the pencil back in the tiny circular pocket in her bag, and resumed sitting quietly waiting for the bus. She taped her foot, a steady nervous taping. She began chewing the perfect nail on her ring finger as her sneakers hit the pavement.
Across the street three shadows emerged from the public hi school. Betsy's eyes found them very quickly. The letterman jackets that they all wore had become a chilling sight for her. Adrenaline filled her body, making it tense and rigid. Her tongue filled her mouth, and her breathe became quick and nervous. She said a silent prayer that they wouldn't notice her. The three stopped, look at each other, and silently changed direction without speaking a word to one another. The girl's weight shifted slightly as they approached. She crossed her legs, and her arms, as if griped by a sudden cold.
"Hey faggot!" said the tallest of the three. The words burned in the girls ears. They were twenty feet away. At this moment if one were to observe this scene one might notice that Betsy was slightly tall for her age. She had very full lips but also quite a predominate jaw bone. One might think that for a girl of seventeen that she hadn't quite filled out in the hips or bust yet. You might have been able to tell immediately that Betsy was a he and not a she, but then again, maybe you wouldn't have.
Hot and cold flooded her system simultaneously. She wanted to run, to scream, to be at home alone in her room. She looked at the approaching figures. They where shapeless now, black, fiery, demons. They were much closer now.Â
"Hey faggot," one of them reiterated "What the fuck are you doing at our bus stop?" Betsy's hand went to the small silver cross on a chain around her neck.
And yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
Betsy smiled, but not enough that anyone would notice.
The demons pushed her.
They spat acid at her.
She did nothing.
The demons were enraged by her non-activity.
They continued there assault.
Betsy did nothing.
Finally in a fit of frustration the demons drug Betsy behind the bleachers of the nearby field.
They took turns trying to make the faggot scream.
Blood spilled onto the ground
Betsy was silent.
Until finally her eyes closed
The demons can't wake her.
They panic and flee.
I fear no evil for though art with me...