Susan Gifford.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story I wrote in school for English.

Submitted: March 24, 2009

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The wind whipped through her chestnut brown hair as she stuck her head out of the window, feeling the cool air rush across her skin in the starry June night. Seventeen year-old Susan Gifford had snuck out again with James Conroe, her twenty-four year-ol rebel boyfriend, and was driving down the county road while contemplating what to do next.

Susan Gifford was an average teen-ager in appearance, until you looked into her eyes. Her sharp hazel eyes would pierce down into you as if she knew what you were thinking.Raised as an orphan by a loving pastor and his wife, she was seen every Sunday sitting in a packed out church. However, despite her Christian upbringing, she could not put away fleshly thoughts in choosing a potential spouse.

On this night in particular, the two had met just down the road from her house, just before midnight. After teepeeing a couple of houses and egging a couple dozen cars, they turned down the county road that led back to her house. After pecking him on the cheek, susan hopped out of the red Ford pick-up truck and watched as James peeled out, kicking dirt in the air as he sped off into the night.

Lost in her own thoughts, she failed to notice the elderly pastor, Henry Maxwell, standing in front of the large, dark, oak door to the house. Bumping into him startled the young woman, leaving her lost for words.

"Where have you been, young lady?" Mr. Maxwell queried firmly.

"Out! I've just been out!" snapped Susan as she rushed past Mr. Maxwell up the stairs, slamming the dorr behind her as she disappeared into the darkness of her bedroom.

Several nights later, Mr MAxwell layed awake in his bed next to his beautiful wife. He looked over at his clock as he heard a soft thud on the balcony to Susan's room. 11:27 p.m. was what the clock read as he cautiously snuck to the window being careful not to wake his sleeping wife. Suddenly, he saw Susan's body purposefully striding across the manicured lawn. Quickly pulling on his robe, he grabbed his truck heys, and followed Susan from a safe distance.

He watched as a red Ford pick-up truck rolled down the street and stopped in front of Susan, who was standing at the corner. Seeing Susan climb into the truck, he continued to pursue the troubled teen.
He didn't have to follow the truck for long as it stopped in front of Dr. Barker's vacation home .

The two in the truck jumped out and began to demolish the beautiful, white picket fence that encompassed the front lawn, and began to teepee,the good doctor's house. Disturbed and awestruck by what he was seeing, Mr. Maxwell hopped out of his truck and began to run towards the kids.

Out of nowhere, James turned and saw Mr. MAxwell coming towards them. Not knowing who Mr. MAxwell was, James grabbed a free piece of fence and swung connecting with a satisfying "crack" to Mr. Maxwells temple. Susan, dumbfounded, was pulled by James to the truck.

"Let's get get outta here before he comes to!" he exclaimed as they began to speed toward the highway.

Not knowing their next move, the two pulled onto the on-ramp, unaware of a semi-trailer that was pulling up to them.

A few minutes later, Mr. Maxwell came to and began looking for his attackers. Noticing the tire tracks leading towards the highway, he decided to try to find them. Pulling onto the highway, Mr. Maxwell was met with a stomach-churning sight. A large semi-truck had a red, Ford pick-up truck pinned against the barrier. Immediately he realized that was the truck Susan and that man were in.

Tears rolling down his face, he dialed 911  and waited for what seemed like hours before hearing the sound of the ambulance wailing as it came down the road.

Three weeks later, while sitting in a hospital room, Mr. Maxwell watched as Susan woke up. As she did, the doctor burst into the room, with a soft expression on his face.

"How are you feeling today, Ms. Gifford?: he questioned the cut-up woman lying motionless in the hospital bed.

"I still can't feel my legs. Do I have like a pinched nerve or something?"

I'm sorry, but no ma'am. Your x-rays revealed a rupture in your spinal column. Ma'am, I'm afraid to say, but you may never walk again."

The doctor excused himself as Susan sat in bed still allowing that dreadfull information sink in.

"Where is James?! I want to see James!" he cried out.

"Honey, I'm afraid James didn't make it." chocked Mr. Maxwell as he tried to fight back tears. The two sat in silence as uncontrollable tears flowed down their faces. As they both began to clam down, Mr. Maxwell took advantage of the opportunity to talk to Susan about Christ. After her near brush with deaht, she realized how precious life really was.

One month later after leaving the hospital, a beautiful young woman went down the aisle at another packed out Church service. Tears rolling down Mr. Maxwell's face he looked down adn saw the glowing face of the young woman sitting in the wheelchair, praising God silently for showing her his love. That day, Susan Giffor was truly reborn.


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