“Have you told anyone else about this?” He asks, he was concerned.

“One of my friends, but no-one else.” I reply, wringing my hands together.

“You should come tonight it's the kick off for the new year. It starts at six.” He comments but I wasn't sure. Should I go? I just need some time to relax. I can't start something if I’m just going to leave again.

“I’ll think about it.” I say standing. “Bye Pastor Dave.” And with that said, I walk out of the church building and towards my brother's van. The one that's now mine. Maybe I can squeeze in some surfing time, relearn it, maybe. Or I can do something else to occupy my time. Maybe read.

I sit in the front of the van, the bible at my lap. What do I do? What can I do? Sage wants me to live my life, God wants me to put my trust in him. It's somewhat of an easy request, but I don't think I can do it. Maybe I could go to that kick off thing Dave was talking about. But I’d be alone. I wouldn't have anyone to talk to. It wouldn't hurt to try though. I sit in my car and read, writing down my questions and hope that I will be able to get answers to them. I check the time on my clock, it's almost six, and people were beginning to park next to my van. I watch as several teens exit their cars and look over at my van. They think it's Adrian. They’ll be shocked when they see the Senior who’s been missing for two weeks, walking into their church.

This isn't a good idea, but I need to try. Not just for me, but for Sage.