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Edna’s Basement

By Missy_Beauty1985and MillieTeases

Missy_Beauty1985 - ] - had the ideas for this story. Millie Teases put the words down and incorporated the edits Missy suggested. This is their first collaboration.

Chapter 1. Missy Revealed

Missy looked out the window and watched as her Mom got into Bob's truck.
He was kind of gross - when she'd let him earlier it was pretty clear that
he hadn't shaved that day and his fingernails were dirty and he smelled like
he'd been drinking beer. Her mom hadn't seemed to notice any of this - not
that she ever did these days - and had told Missy not to wait up when she
was walking out the door.

It was not like she would - it was Friday night and her Mom didn't work
on weekends, so she usually didn't come home until late on Sunday - if she came home at all. The idea that she would go to church never entered her head. And she made fun of Missy every time Missy would ask her to come to church or Sunday school.

Missy had started going to church not long after they had moved to Hillsboro. Mom and Dad had divorced, and Mom decided they should move back closer to her sister. But Aunt Jane and her family had moved away only a few months after they got there, and Missy was pretty shy, so she hadn’t made many friends at school. When a flyer came one day from the church that was a couple of blocks away, Missy asked her mother if she could go. Mom had, reluctantly, said yes. That was five years ago. Now Missy was a leader in the youth group, helped with the 4-year old Sunday school class, and had been the first in the church to sign the “pure until marriage” pledge.

Once Bob's car had turned the corner and driven out of site, Missy sat
down at her desk. She was feeling particularly lonely and upset that night. She'd
gotten the letter that day saying that Wesley Christian College had turned her down. She’d tried to have a good Christian attitude about it – after all, the letter had said that it was particularly difficult to turn down as many students as they had, and it encouraged her to apply again in a year, if she could get her grades up a little.

Well, there was always Alamance community college. As long as she lived at home she could avoid the temptations that living in a dorm would have provided. (Missy had heard terrible stories about life in public college dormitories – boys on the floor at all hours, all night parties with lots of drinking, and roommates who fornicated right in front of you.) She picked up her Bible and idly opened it up. There was always inspiration there.