It's my last day at my old high school. And it is no secret that I am completely thrilled about that! God's on my side, I can just feel it. With that thought in mind I know that I can get through this day. And not only that, but come out on top of the world too.

The bullying start right after first period. "Well if it isn't Larry! Where's Bob? Don't you have a show to do?"

I laugh, shake my head and keep on walking. I hear a angry snort and then several voices join in with the first voice and they sing a Veggietales song. They circle me and one glares at me, challenging me, "What did you think of that, Jesus freak?"

"Actually, you guys did really well with it. Practice and I might even let you on the show. But for now, excuse me. I have to get to class." I squeeze through the stunned throng of bullies.

This time they don't even try to follow me, like they usually do. I sit in my seat in music class and my favorite teacher (and the closest thing I have to a friend at school), Mrs. Flynn comes up and hugs me. "I heard about where you're going to be going to school after today." She grins. "I'm so proud of you. If anyone deserves this opportunity it's you Carrie."

"Thank you, Mrs. Flynn." I say teary eyed, as she slips me a small gift bag.

"Shh. Don't open it here. They'd just get jealous." She whispers and winks. Just as quick, she's back at her desk, telling us that today we are going to be working on scales and arpeggios. This I'd my favorite class, well this and English which is next period.

When class is over I hang back pretending to be having trouble getting my notebook in my backpack. I slip out the gift bag after the last student leaves and open it to find a bracelet with some lyrics from Steven Curtis Chapman's "Long Way Home" inscribed across it.

Mrs. Flynn sees me, and comes over. "Do you like it? I know you told me that song was one that really got you through the rough days."

"I love it, Mrs. Flynn. Thank you so much! For everything." I hug her and she smiles as she pats my back.

"Sweetie, you are my best student and have such a heart for God. I know He's got such great things planned for you." She says and after a few last minute farewells we part, but not before she adds, "You can email your old teacher. Maybe even send video updates."

"Of course, Mrs. Flynn. Bye." I say as I leave. I manage to be bully free for the rest of the day until just at the end of last period. The science teacher has left the room, and he wouldn't care even if he hadn't since my bullies this time were mostly made up of his football players.

The bell rings but before I can stand up the star quarterback, Jonas Carroll leans down beside me whispering in my ear. "You know you wouldn't be half bad looking if you weren't so into the whole God thing, Carrie."

There's sweet venom in his voice, like a snake hoping to pull me in for the kill. I know Satan is trying to tempt me into messing up. One way or another.

"You don't understand, Jonas. Jesus thought I was pretty special. He died for me. And for you too, Jonas. You and all your friends. He wanted to save each of you." I say so calmly and easily, I know God is using me as His mouthpiece.

He lets out several big swear words, catching his friends attention drawing them over as they laugh. "I was trying to give you some advice, Crow!" He growls. Ah, there it is. His usual hit at my jet black hair.

"We heard you are leaving us. Finally decided to chicken out and go to a wittle Christian school were you can all listen to your lame music together." Jonas' twin sister, Jill, says with a mean and disgusted look up and down me.

I let out a deep breath and feel God calming me. Though my first reaction was to retaliate, I knew that's not how I wanted to leave things here. I want to be the better person, not stoop to making others feel bad just to help myself.

"Actually, I'm going to Talent Academy in Nashville, TN. It's a school specializing in music, dance, different talents." I smile and turn to leave. Then I stop, my face and voice totally serious. "I'm going to be praying for all of you. Especially you Jonas and Jill. I hope God can get your attention before it's too late."

There is matching rage in the eyes of those twins as I leave. But it's not my problem any longer, I think as get in my parents' car. I do like I said and send up a prayer for all of them. If only they knew.

But for now I'm southbound and following God's lead for the next stops he wants me to make on my long way Home.