She was a good student.

She always got right to work after the assignments were given, and stayed with it until she was finished.

She didn’t ask a lot of questions, and her grades were usually on the good side.

She often seemed disinterested in school, and I could see why.  She lived in a family of adults, and she was the last one to attend school. 

But she hated creative writing.

She said she wasn’t good at it.

And that was interesting to me; because she was good at it.  Really good.

So, I got the Stir Crazy popcorn popper, some oil, and popcorn and put it on the back counter.

And each time, just a bit before Creative Writing, I’d get it going, and then we’d all have popcorn while we did our writing.  (Because, sometimes I wrote with them, and I needed the distraction just as much as she did.)

One morning I asked them to write where God was when they prayed to him.

Some said he was at the top of the room.   Some said he was up in the sky somewhere.  Some said he was in the same house.

She said, “On His knees beside me.”