Breaking News!

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            This is the story of a sixteen year old boy who’s converted hundreds of people to Christianity.

          The story starts here where Garrett Russell George ends his life.

          It’s a Sunday evening and my sister and I are just coming back from our dad’s when our mom tells us are cousin had a car accident. We’re stunned we never expected something so grave and insane to happen. That’s when the tears start streaming down. When someone in our family would die, I would be sad, but never cry because I didn’t know them or was close to them. This is different, I knew Garrett. I was close to Garrett. This was not fair.

          Walking into the church was hard, not just from sorrow but because it was packed with cars and people. When we finally make our way through the crowd we see there are at least a thousand people waiting in line to give their grief. I was amazed how many people Garrett and his family knew. We are finally at the casket and I can see the scratch marks and cuts have been cleaned and are gone. I can also see he was in his football jersey (number nine) and with his cell phone.

          I look over at my aunt and cousins and went to hug them and just held them. I could tell they were crying but I didn’t care everyone was, including me.

          The funeral has started and Derek, my other cousin is giving a speech. He’s telling memories that have happened and how Garrett would go and buy the same exact shoes as Derek. Derek couldn’t finish his story and the pastor took over. Then the pastor gave his speech. When he finished many of
Garrett’s friends, family, cousins, and even people he barely new stood up and accepted Jesus in their heart and became Christians.

          It was amazing! I couldn’t believe it! Even my aunt, uncle, and cousins stood up. We left the church and I was overwhelmed, happy and sad all at the same time.

Once when I was in “Awanas” there was going to be a “wood block car race”. I wanted to win. So I entered the race and started designing what my car would look like. Then my mom’s friend, Rich carved a corvette out of the block and my mom helped me paint it pink with windows and everything. When my mom and I got to the packed church gym feeling very nervous I went to the table where everyone’s cars were. When I set my car down the boys made fun of my car and that made me even more nervous but then my mom reassured me that I’ll do fine. Then the race began. Everyone went before me but when it was my turn I raced and I won. Then I raced another person and won again. Then every person I raced I beat. I beat girls and boys of all ages, and many of the dads got angry. Now it was the final round, and I had to race another undefeated kid (which of course was a boy). The cars were lined up, and the flag was starting, ready set… GO! The cars were rolling down the track… I DID IT, I WON! I got a first place trophy and proved the boys wrong. I was very pleased that day.

Hi, my name is Faith. I love to draw, dance, sing, and I used to compete in gymnastics at level four. I also love love love fashion. When I grow up I want to be a fashion designer. I want to go to college at either Pitt state, K-state, or Arkansas State.  I have one older sister and four younger brothers.