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Fourth Part of Fiona’s Hero

Greetings, owlnerds! Here is the fourth part of Fiona’s Hero.

Here is a recap:

Synopsis: Fiona’s world begins to fall apart. After a recent gun shooting, her biggest supporter is gone. Now she is struggling to keep the faith, keep her grades up, and stay out of trouble. Will Fiona keep the faith in one of the darkest times of her life? Or will she blame God for losing her father?

Read Part One

Read Part Two

Read Part Three

The Revelation (Fourth Part):

 I looked up as I felt a presence with me. My eyes widened as my father stood before me.

                He placed his hand on my back as he grinned. “Fiona, don’t blame God for this. Even when Job lost all of the children, he didn’t blame God for it. Its states in Job 1:21, “And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord”( Job 1:21). You need to remember how mom felt when her father died. She didn’t go into deep mourning and disappear from existence. She remembered that the Lord will guide her in the darkest times of her life.” I will bless the Lord, who hath given me counsel: my reins also instruct me in the night seasons. I have set the Lord always before me: because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Therefore, my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth: my flesh also shall rest in hope. For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is the fullness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures forevermore” (Psalm 16: 7-11).

            As the shower curtain pulled open, Mom placed a towel around my bright red back. “Fiona get up, baby. Your back is bright red.”

          My eyes flickered open as my head jerked back. The stinging pain of hot water caused me to moan. I slowly stood up as I bit my lip causing my lip to bleed.

          I looked at my face through the steamy mirror as my mom helped me into my bed.

               She grabbed a sports bra and helped me put it on. Slowly pulling down the towel, she gasped. “Oh, Fiona. My baby girl, your poor back.”

             I squeezed my eyes shut as my mom touched me.

            “I will be right back. I am going to get you a pack of ice and some aloe.”

              Turning my head, I wrapped the towel around my waist. I pulled open a drawer of my dresser and grabbing a pair of shorts. underwear and a tank top. Dropping the towel as I changed to a pair of black athletic shorts. Slowly I changed into a thin blue tank top.

                The door opened as my mom gasped. “Fiona, what are you think?” Grabbing my top as she tried to pull it off.

             “Mom, stop it.” My head turned as my eyes narrowed towards my mother.

               Mom’s eyes widened as she released her grip from my tank top. Placing the aloe bottle down as she clicked it open.

              “My mom please, I can do this by myself.”

                “Fiona.”

               Does she think I can’t do this? “Mom, now.”

                My mom stood up as she left the room.

               Good job, Fiona. Yell at your mom, like that is going to help anything. My eyes rolled as I grabbed the bottle and dumped some on my hands. Trying my best to cover my back as my shoulders began to ache. Slowly lying to the side of my bed, I wondered if I was seeing things or my father was actually there. He is dead, I had to repeat myself. He is not alive anymore.

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Fiona’s Hero Part Two

Hello, owlnerds. Here is the part two of Fiona’s Hero. Enjoy!

The Drive Home

The honking of car made me turn quickly. A car had slowed down in front as the passenger’s window rolled down. A older woman around her forties with dark brunette hair with olive eyes smiled at me. “What have you being doing? When I saw that you weren’t on the bus, I started to get nervous.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom, I’m fine.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Where is your backpack?”

“I lost it.”

“Lost it, Fiona how could you have lost it?”

I opened the passenger door as I slipped in. “Charles Avery, thats who.”

Releasing her foot off the brake, she continued to drive north. “Charles Avery, maybe I should talk to his mother.”

Lifting my feet on the car’s dashboard, I turn my head towards my mother. “Please, don’t. At least he didn’t get to my wallet or phone.”

She turned her blinker on as she turned left on Elite Street. “Well either way I am going to talk to Mrs. Avery besides how is school going?”

“I would say great but that’s not true. I failed my math exam, lost my science essay, and was called into the principal office.”

Turning her car on our driveway, she stopped the car and turned her head toward me. “Principal’s office?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know I couldn’t play hooky for English class.”

“Why did you skip class?”

I raised my hands in the air. “I didn’t make my big presentation. How can I make a presentation where I can’t bring the person part of it is dead. Hmm, mom. What am I going do?”

My mom lend forward and squeezed my hand. “Fiona, I hope you are not blaming Him for this?”

“Maybe I am. He would have been a life if there was no shooting.”

“Fiona, you can’t believe that.”

Unbuckling myself, I opened the door. “I am, mom. I am.” Tears dripped down my face as I walked toward our white town house front door. Pressing down the correct combination, the door unlocks as I head inside.

Fiona’s Hero: Part One

Its Monday. I decided that each Monday, I will posting a new blog post. These posts will be either book tags, stories, poetry, and book reviews. Lets see how long this will last.

Fiona’s Hero

Genre: christian fiction, short story

Synopsis: Fiona’s world begins to fall apart. After a recent gun shooting, her biggest supporter is gone. Now she is struggling to keep the faith, keep her grades up, and stay out of trouble. Will Fiona keep the faith in one of the darkest times of her life? Or will she blame God for losing her father?

Part One (The Bus Stop)

Rain poured down from the horizon as I lifted up my heavy book bag over my head. Rushing to the closest subway stop, I collapsed into the seat. I gasped as I realized that my science essay had fallen out of my bag and was soaking in a nearby puddle. Leaning my head back as I sighed. What was I going to tell mom?

The creaking of the bus stopped beside the subway as my ears cringed from the squeaky noise of the tires. Holding my back tight across my chest, I stood up and headed toward the door of the bus.

As the door opened my rival, Charles Avery stepped out of the bus.

He smirked in a mischievous matter. He raised his eyebrows as he saw me. “Oh hello, failing Fiona how is school treating you?”

I nodded my head trying to avoid the anger boiling inside of me.

“So how is doing school at home? Is it true that your mom pulled you out of school because you are failing?”

She bit her lip. It was true. I was failing. Failing so poor my GPA was under a 3.0. “No, my mom that it best for a better environment.”

He laughed. “Seriously, that is your answer. You will never be going to Harvard, Fiona. You are a failure just like your father.”

My father was not a failure. He died saving people’s lives. My heart began to race as I knew the waterworks were coming. “You’re just jealous. My father saved lives.”

“Your father could have stayed at the hospital where he belonged but no he decided to go the shooting and he was next victim of another shooting.”

“At least he was a hero and died a hero. Your father is a coward and only cares for himself.”

Throwing a punch toward me, I fell hard on the sidewalk. I knew I shouldn’t have at said but sometimes he has always got on my nerves. As my eyes fluttered open as one of my eyes squinted as the ache from the punch entered. He had punched me in the eye. What will I tell mom? Lifting myself off the ground, I realize that my backpack is out of sight. Rubbing my forehead, I stood up. Gathering up my dirty blonde hair in a ponytail, I head north off of Henry Street toward my neighborhood.

My spine shivered as past the theater where my father and so many victims died. Why did my father have to die? He could have lived a long life, but no you had to kill him. He was my backbone. I looked up in the sky. What do you want from me? You killed my father. You did it. 

Blood Moon Redemption Book review

Disclaimers: I relieved a free copy from Ambassador International. This is my honest opinion, I am not giving paid to give a lying book review*

This is the first book, I am reviewing with Ambassador International. When they gave me a choice of several books. I knew I wanted to get this book. The only Jewish culture I ever read was in the Bible and I was greatly intrigued when I saw blood moons and legend of the tassel. It was mysterious and love that I was going get this book. 

The genre of this book: thriller/mystery thriller, (So this actually first book I read in this genre which is really crazy), fantasy/supernatural, contemporary, Christian fiction

The romance in this book was not bad minus the facts mentioning of staying the night with a man who is not married to each other.

Likes: I liked how each chapter, let you know at the head of time where the scene is taking place. You will understand when you read it. There is a scene when a waitress asks if they know Jesus. The main character is Jewish and her “friend” is Muslim. Its reaction is hilarious. I couldn’t stop laughing. I loved how the author gave out the backstory of the tassel with ruining the story itself.

Dislikes: I hated Omar. He was {spoilers removed}. Bad. I really wanted to choke him and smack Tassie in the face several times but she was {spoilers removed. 
Although the book is fantasy/supernatural. I didn’t like Hector since he was a {spoiler removed}. I really didn’t like the scene where Omar sees{spoiler removed}. Hmm. No. 
One more thing, I didn’t understand something. The story is complete. The synopsis is answered but some reason they are almost like four chapters left. I understand you want readers to understand what is happening to the characters. It felt weird but maybe it fits.

Rating: 4/5, 7/10