Ever since Misty was able to have reason she knew she was different. Her first memory as a baby was crawling through the creaky wooden floor of her house and coming upon a dead mouse. …show more content…
When their family dog Ronald died and suddenly reappeared two days later they called it a work of the Holy Spirit. Even when they did find out they tried to keep Misty hidden because they knew their community would not accept her as she was. They were ashamed of the monster their little girl had turned out to be. As she grew up the lonelier and rejected Misty felt by her family. Every Sunday when all her sisters would get ready for church, she was confined to a chair where she would only wish she had Sunday dresses as pretty as …show more content…
She was escorted by a preacher, two church men, her parents and her sisters. The whole way there she danced. Twirled and whirled her scarf along to the beat of the song she sang. She wasn’t scared at all. Her mother wore her black veil over her face, not letting out a single tear. Her father expressionless. Her sisters all sobbed, pleading for the life of their beloved little Misty Day. When they finally got to the pole, Misty positioned herself and wrapped her arms in place. The preacher recited endless bible verses. “And these signs will accompany those who believe: in my name they will cast out demons; they will speak in new tongues!” Demons? She knew she wasn’t a demon. She considered herself a