I'm Not Ashamed Page #3
- I'm great.
- So, like, what was your inspiration?
- Hey, Larry.
- Hey, Rachel.
You know, that old Acura's
getting pretty lonely.
I don't want to talk right now.
You sure? You should think
about letting me use it.
I just got home from work... I don't
want to have to think about anything.
- Hey, honey.
- Hi, honey.
Are you tired from...
filing debit and credit reports?
And punching the calculator?
- I am, actually.
- Oh. Exhausted.
- Mom, when's Dad coming to get us?
- I don't know.
Uh, he was supposed
to be here an hour ago.
Son, do you have to play
that thing right here?
Son?
I am not your son.
You know, and there's
a logical reason to this,
if you let me drive the car, I could
drive myself to work, and Mom
- wouldn't have to.
- Beth...
- Right?
- make her stop.
Rachel, he's not used to all this.
You're gonna have to give him
some time to decompress.
Why don't you help me with dinner?
Queens hate to cook, Mom.
Come on, Larry, please?
The car needs a new catalytic converter,
and foreign parts are expensive.
how to drive my car.
No, it's my car, and I said no.
He said no, Rachel.
For now.
Come on, Larry.
I need my chariot.
- Not gonna happen.
- Fine.
But I at least need a smile
before I let go.
Mm-hmm. Come on.
More than that.
Get those pearly whites out there.
My work here is done.
Thank you.
Oh.
Yeah?
Okay.
Bye.
Your dad has to work, so he
can't have you this weekend.
But he wants you to know
that he loves you and he misses you...
He will talk to you soon.
Thank you.
If the lady doesn't get
anything, she can't stay.
I don't want crazy people in here.
Can you go ask her to leave?
You want me to?
I'm busy.
Hey.
Hey.
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
Excuse me.
Uh, my friend here would like a...
A coffee.
A French press.
And... a bagel.
With cream cheese.
Perfect.
Thank you very much.
Okay.
May I?
- Thank you.
- Oh, you're welcome.
So, where are you from?
She paid.
- That would be wonderful. It's not far.
- Oh, good.
"Not far" is on my way.
- I couldn't impose.
- Oh, no, you're not.
It's not a problem.
I don't understand why having
a walk with God is so hard for me.
I'm so weak.
At school, with friends, at work.
Today it was like I let a wonderful flame
pass by me and into the hands of another.
Those gloves have become
the gloves of conviction to me.
I'm not going to miss another opportunity.
From now on, when I have
those little nudges inside,
I'm going to listen.
Remember, living for Jesus
is not always easy, but it's always right.
Hey, thanks for coming to Break Thru.
See you here next week,
same time, same place.
Don't forget, we have pizza in the back.
- Yeah!
- Pizza! Sweet!
You're the best, Amy.
See you at cell group on Wednesday?
- Yeah, absolutely.
- Okay. Bye.
Bye.
Have you seen him before?
No. But he's not exactly the type
you'd want to take home to Mom, so...
- Let's go.
- I'll be right back.
Okay. Hurry. I want to go.
Hi.
I'm Rachel.
Uh...
Hey.
Uh, see you.
Um... I just wanted to
welcome you to Break Thru.
Hey.
You never told me your name.
What are you doing here?
Kind of rude for you
to just walk off like that.
I don't... really like church.
Why'd you come?
For the food.
Look, you should probably
go get in your daddy's car
- and go home.
- I don't have my own car.
Or my own dad at home.
I walked.
Fine. I'll walk you back, then.
This really isn't a place
for a girl like you.
- What does that mean?
- It means
you don't really fit in around here.
I don't care. Hey...
Can I help you?
No. Okay? I don't...
I don't need some dumb little
sister I got to look out for.
I've never had a big brother before.
Come on, you must need something.
You're not just gonna get rid of me.
I'm not leaving until you
tell me something you need.
Shh. Okay?
That's not helping.
What are you doing?
What does it look like?
Would you please just go?
I don't need a dumb big brother.
I'll buy it for you.
I just got my paycheck.
What else do you need?
You don't have to do this.
Okay? I can take care of myself.
I'm not so sure.
You can't even buy your own food.
It's not for me.
So, who's the food for?
My mom.
What's her deal?
Hm. She's really sick.
It's... it's her own fault, though.
She's barely eating anymore.
Oh.
She used to like pizza.
So, where do you live?
Oh, she lost the apartment
a few weeks ago,
so I've just been sleeping wherever.
Are you gonna be okay?
Yeah, I'll be fine.
We have our cell group
at the church on Wednesday.
What's that? Is it,
like, prison or something?
Yeah, that's totally confusing.
It's just a group of friends.
We hang out,
and we're there for each other.
- Yeah, that's cool.
- I want you to come.
No. That's-that's not for me.
If you don't, I'll come find you.
Rach!
Where have you been?
I've been waiting for forever.
Oh, crap! That's my sister.
Got to go.
Wednesday. Don't forget.
Hey.
Nathan Ballard.
Good to meet you, Nate.
Seriously, what have you been doing?
Are you seriously copying
Brian's homework?
He's got a 2.0.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Alert. Thrift store shopper.
Ew. Who would wear that?
Nothing wrong with vintage.
I guess.
You okay, Celine?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Is there anything
I can pray for you about?
I will be so glad when you get
over this whole Jesus freak phase.
Oh, definitely don't do that with Alex.
I think he likes my spiritual side.
Trust me, it is a really big turnoff.
I'd get rid of all the fat,
retarded, crippled,
stupid, ignorant,
rich, worthless people of this world.
Yeah.
No one is worthy of this planet.
Only me and who I choose.
Everyone should be sent out into space,
and only the people I say
should be left behind.
Yo!
Look at these fartknockers!
What's up, four-eyes?
Hey, yeah, help your buddy out, guys.
Good teamwork.
Yo, give me some.
Boom! Whoo!
If only this was Columbine.
Bam!
Maybe it could be.
You're sick, man.
You're the one who brought it up.
I wasn't serious.
Hey. Hey, guys.
Let's get started, okay?
I'll be right back.
Hey.
I'm right here.
- You scared me.
- Now you know how it feels.
What are you doing?
Oh, I'm just making sure my dumb little
sister doesn't walk these streets by herself.
I brought some food for you to take home.
Or wherever.
Thanks.
You want to come inside?
No.
I-I don't.
I'll go play in traffic if you don't.
It's been such a stressful week.
I've got this huge test
coming up in physics.
And I hate physics.
Okay, well, we will pray for that.
I know it's your first time, but...
if you want to share
about how your week has been...
- Yes, he does.
- No, I don't.
It's okay.
Um...
well...
my week kind of...
sucked.
It's... well, my dad's in jail,
and, uh...
my mom, sh... uh, she's a...
she's a heroin addict,
so she's... she's not eating anymore.
You know, it's, like...
She's staying in this house
that's full of junkies,
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