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Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Finding Faith
When a Good Girl Goes To War
Book 1
Coming Of Age Romance
By: Esla Warren & Third Cousins
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Faith thought that starting a new school for her senior year was as bad as it was going to get. She thought that making new friends and finishing her exams were going to be her biggest problems, but she was wrong.
When she meets smooth talking Sam on her first day, she can tell something isn’t right about him. After going to a party and bumping into him again, she finds herself waking up the next morning with no memory of what happened.
There is someone who knows what happened, though, but is he willing to tell the truth?
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INSPIRING WORDS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
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INSPIRING WORDS
“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.”
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky
CHAPTER 1

When your father is the minister and you live next door to his church, you realize pretty quickly in life that you aren’t allowed to complain about anything. If something happens and you don’t like it, then you must put it down to the situation being a part of God’s plan. If something happens that makes you sad, you must remember that God doesn’t give you anything that you can’t handle. That’s why I didn’t even bother trying to argue with him when he came home one night and told me that we were moving.
I’d known for a while that he was unhappy. My mom had passed away six months before and I could see her ghost in his eyes whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. I understood. I understood why he felt he had to go. He couldn’t face all the places they'd been together. He couldn’t face the ghost of the woman he had promised to love for the rest of his life. That was the cruelty of it all, really. Her life was over. She was gone, but he wasn’t. He was still there, missing her, hurting over her and loving her. My father was a good man. I doubted that he would be released from his torment until God decided it was time for him to rest.
Our move meant that I was to start at a brand new school for my final year. This wasn’t something that made me happy. I had a life where we lived. I’d been brought up in the small town. I knew all the people and all the people knew me. What could I say, though? What could I do? Even without it being God’s plan, how could I ask my father to live with the ghost of my mom so close? I couldn’t. It would be the ultimate act of selfishness and I wasn’t selfish.
We moved during the last week of the summer holidays. The moving truck came early and the house was mostly packed away into it before I’d even gotten completely awake. I spent a lingering few minutes walking around the rooms, which would soon be filled with some other family’s stuff and memories. It was my home. It was the place where I’d had my mother and it was being taken away from me just like she was. It wasn’t fair. I wouldn’t ask to stay because that wasn’t fair on my father, but moving away, that wasn’t fair to me.
I knew no one in my new town. My father had suggested that I go out, so that I could meet some of the locals before that Sunday’s service, but I hadn’t seen the point. Everyone would already know each other. The cliques in school had already been formed years before and I didn’t have much hope that I would find myself fitting in with any of them.
No, I spent the first few days in my new town sitting in my new room. It didn’t even feel like my room. It smelt weird and the light fell differently through the window. All of my stuff was in boxes. I spent the first couple of days changing that. I thought that perhaps, it would make me feel a little less homesick, but, if anything, it only made it worse.
I woke up with my stomach in knots when the first day of school came breaking through the darkness. I got up and got ready, because I knew there was no way that I would be able to fall back to sleep.
My father was surprised to find me already downstairs when he got up. “Are you nervous?” he asked, as I pulled my crusts away from the toast I’d just made.
“What would make you think that?”
He looked at my hands and then at the pile of crumbs I’d created on the table. “You’re keeping your hands busy,” he smiled at me, even though I’d made a total mess of his table. “You know, it won’t be as bad as you think.