Blue by Jesilyn Holdridge

chatting with your girlfriend’s sexual harasser! Wow you really are a jerk!” Then she walked back to Meganlynn. Meganlynn cried a little harder than she was already.
    “Meganlynn, what was that about?” Justin came back over and shouted in her face.
    “I don’t know! You honestly think that I had something to do with that?” she shouted back.
    “Yeah! She’s one of your friends!”
    “Doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have a mind of her own!”
    “Fine, you want to play that game?” He was close to her face. She knew what was going to happen next.
    “You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”
    “Meganlynn!” shouted Britney.
    “Don’t worry about it,” Meganlynn told her. She just took it as Justin was giving it to her.
    “We’re done,” Meganlynn’s voice cracked, letting him know that she didn’t want to but felt as if she had to out of fear.
    “Okay! I really never liked you in the first place! What am I saying? I really liked you, but after you did this, I don’t care anymore, and I do too care about other people!”
    “No you don’t!”
    “Bye!” Then she walked away. She didn’t cry out of sadness but more out of fear. She missed him already, but she knew that it had to end at some point.
    Finally, it was time to go back out on the field. The band was trying to get from one place to the other, and they eventually made it. Then it was lunch time.
    “What is this?” asked Blue as he grabbed Meganlynn’s
butt.
    “That is my butt!” screamed Meganlynn as she turned around to face him, taking her butt away from him. “Keep your hands off it!” Then she walked away. She was trying to keep to herself together without crying even harder.
    “Well, don’t know if I can quite do that.” He was trying to sound sexy.
    “Then try your hardest not to!”
    “Okay, but I just want to tell you something.”
    “What?”
    “You’ll never be out of my sight.”
    All lunch, he grabbed her sides and then tried to touch her where he would never be allowed. Meganlynn wanted to punch him if he touched her one more time.
    She found a little hole in the ground and took her Bible out and read it. She had fifteen minutes to read it, and hopefully no one would ever find her right there. She decided to read a little bit more of Jeremiah.
    “Jeremiah 33:11: Give thanks to the Lord Almighty, for the Lord is good; his love endures forever,” she repeated this five times to herself to remember for all the time that she was at band camp. Then she read more out loud to herself to comfort herself more and more through these hard times.
    “Revelation 11:15, The Seventh Trumpet: The seventh angel sounded his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven, which said: The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of his Christ, and he will reign forever and ever. The Harvest of the Earth, Revelation 14: I looked and there before me was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one ‘like the son of man’ with a crown of gold on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand. Then another angel came out of the temple and called in a loud voice to him who was sitting on the cloud, ‘Take your sickle and reap, because the time to reap has come and the harvest of the earth is ripe.’ So he who was on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth and the earth was harvested. Revelation 15, Seven Angels With Seven Plagues: I saw in heaven another great and marvelous sign: seven angels with the seven last plagues—last, because with them God’s wrath is completed. And I saw what looked like a sea of glass mixed with fire and, standing beside the sea, those who had been victorious over the beast and his image and over the number of his name.”
    She needed the comfort from God, but she could not feel it anywhere she went. She knew that none of the stuff that was going on was God’s fault. She was panicking, and she knew it. She walked back into the cafeteria to find her friends that were normally right