Misdirected Read Online Free PDF

insurance at the hospital. And after we’ve raised the money, we should go and perform for all the kids when we give them the check.”
    A few more students stand up and offer their ideas.
    â€œWe’ll choose a few of these ideas and announce them soon,” Frank says. “Stop by and see me sometime this week to let me know which one you want to help out with.”
    As much as the being saved thing weirds me out, this whole volunteering thing is pretty damn awesome. If we do that talent show, I could do magic for the kids. Though I don’t really like the idea of Christians trying to convert people while volunteering. I mean, what’s wrong with Buddhism or Islam or not believing? I’m a good person. Most of the time. To me, all the gods out there sound like Santa Claus. It would be great if he were real but I haven’t seen any evidence.
    After the assembly I book it toward the door. I want to get home. I want to call Seth or Margaret and tell them about what I’ve just witnessed. I want to know what being saved means.

 
    Â 
    Chapter 5
    I May Not Be Saved, But I ' m Nice
    T hat night I text Margaret and Seth and they agree. It’s way different from our school in Mass. They think it’s hilarious that I’m going to church on Sunday. And they’re right. It’s funny. Why would a kid who doesn’t believe in god go to church? It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. It’s not. I need to make friends and if that’s where the kids go, that’s where I need to be. Otherwise, the next three years are going to suck.
    Neither of them know what being “saved” means. I tell them about the girl’s story and how god came to her or whatever. Margaret thinks they sound like they’re in a cult.
    I’m just about to Google the word saved when I look out my window and notice that Tess’s light is still on. Her desk is in front of the window and I can see her sitting in front of her computer. I stand and start jumping and waving my arms to try to get her attention. After about two minutes when I’m almost out of breath, she finally looks up. She looks surprised for a second. Then mouths, “What?”
    I point to the street and mouth, “Go downstairs.”
    She looks at me like I’m crazy and says, “No!”
    â€œPleeeeeeaaaaase,” I say with my hands together.
    Tess rolls her eyes, looks suspiciously to the left and right, and then holds her finger up as if to say, one minute .
    I sneak downstairs and grab Holly’s leash. If my parents figure out I’m gone, I can say Holly really had to pee. She looks a little confused, but excited that she gets an extra walk.
    Tess takes a few minutes to come outside. We sneak away from the street lamp and sit on the edge of her yard, behind a big shrub.
    â€œWhat could possibly be so important that you made me sneak out?”
    â€œIt’s barely sneaking out. You haven’t left your property.”
    â€œI’m cavorting with a known atheist. And a boy. It’s a big deal to my parents.”
    â€œWhen you say it like that, it’s like I’m a kitten killer or something.”
    â€œI don’t think you kill kittens, and I don’t think atheists are bad people. What you believe is what you believe. Be proud of it.”
    â€œProud of my atheism? It is an ism , right?”
    â€œYeah,” she says laughing. “It’s an ism . It’s a belief even if it means you don’t believe.”
    â€œHow would your parents know what I do or don’t believe?”
    â€œObviously Angela told them.”
    â€œDoes that mean they don’t like me?”
    â€œIt’s not that they don’t like you. They just think you’ll be a bad influence. I guess I could tell them I’m trying to save you.”
    â€œOkay, what does that mean? I had no idea what was going on at the assembly today.”
    â€œIn that faith,