Her throat began to burn with anger.
"Kelly, I'm sorry, honey; but I think it would be better if you didn't hang out with Stephanie any more."
Her throat formed a knot. Stephanie was her best friend.
"It's not fair." Kelly found herself whispering; she didn't say this, her tears did.
"Well, honey, life just isn't fair." her mom replied
Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes. She had heard that phrase so many times before.
'Life is unfair'
Life was unfair when she lost her basketball game last week because the other coach had stacked the team.
Life was unfair when none of the girls at her school would hang out with her because her little brother had cerebral palsy.
Life was unfair when her dad died last year.
Life was just 'unfair.'
The tears flowed freely down her cheeks now.
"Be brave dear heart," a small voice whispered in her ear; her hate subsided. "Do not fear I'm with you"
She wiped her tears away then looked up at her mom with sorrow filled eyes.
"Okay mom," she found herself whispering. She put away her tear driven thoughts and said this obediently. Her mom drew back and gaped.
"I'm going in my room to write a last letter to Stephanie." Kelly said. She then stood calmly and walked passed her mom, but not before slightly pecking her on the cheek. Her mom stood in awe.

As Kelly entered her room tears flowed down her cheeks again. She walked to her window and opened it then stood staring out of it pondering her mothers request, The seemingly impossible demand to stop being around the only person who had ever excepted her, Stephanie. The tears again brought the words to her mouth, "it's not fair."
A raspy evil voice echoed her hate; "life isn't fair." the phrase came again.
Yesterday wasn't fair.
Today wasn't fair.
Tomorrow won't be fair.
But then as if queued, the calming voice came back to her ear. "Be brave dear heart and put your hate aside," it whispered gently, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The hate again subsided. She nodded an agreement. She slowly sat down on the end of her bed, and rested her head in her hands. She stared up at the ceiling then out her window to the starry sky.
"Is it true?" she asked closing her eyes, "is it true, that life isn't fair? That the evil in this world will be left alone with the phrase 'to bad life just isn't fair'?"
She allowed a tear to purposefully run down her cheek and fall onto her pant leg.
"Is it true? That this is my fate? To be left alone with this."
The voice came back to her ear to answer her sending goose bumps across her body.
"I had to experience the same thing, precious one. People around me would have said the same thing. That
Life was 'unfair' when my own hometown practically disowned me, that
Life was 'unfair' when my close friends left me when I was arrested innocent, that
Life was 'unfair' I had to die a criminal's death.
But, dear heart, precious one, my Father had everything under control. It was his will. If none of the 'unfair' things happened you wouldn't be able to be saved. Kelly, my Father has a plan for you so do not be afraid of the evil in this world that you speak of. It will get it's own fate."
Kelly smiled as a breeze blew in through her window, "thank you" she whispered. Her eyes remained closed. "Thank you, Jesus, for not making excuses; for seeing the mission through even though you might have been told that life was 'unfair'. Thank you for saving me. I won't worry about what will happen; I leave it in your hands. I love you so much, lord."
"I love you more. " Jesus' tender voice came again.
"Now that's not fair." Kelly joked.
"Well, dear heart, life isn't fair."