Prince Tennyson Read Online Free

“Oh, sorry. Chelsea, this is Mrs. Chavez and Mrs. Livingston.” She put her arm around my shoulders and brought me to her side. “And this is Chelsea Tennyson, Tiffany’s daughter.”
    â€œO—oh …” The women looked at me sad for a moment, and then smiled funny at my grandma. “Poor thing, losing her daddy like that, and her mom losing it too,” they said.
    I didn’t like that.
    Grandma didn’t either. I could tell, because in the next second she was all business again. “Okay, well, Chelsea and I better go. We’ll see you later. Goodbye.” Then she turned me around fast and marched me away from there. Even before they could say goodbye.
    The whole way home, Grandma Haney mumbled under her breath, so I just looked out the window. I had almost forgotten completely about the testimony thing until we pulled in the driveway. It’s a good thing my brain remembered about the Bible.
    â€œGrandma, wait!” I said as she put her hand on the car door handle.
    She whipped her head around fast and looked at me with big eyes. “What? What is it?”
    I giggled. I know I shouldn’t have, but my grandma looked so worried and scared, I couldn’t help it. “Sorry. It’s not anything bad.” I quickly covered up my smiles and blurted out before I laughed again, “I was just wondering, can I borrow a Bible?”
    Grandma freaked out so much her jaw dropped and everything. “What did you say?” she gasped.
    I chuckled. Her face was so funny. I’d never seen her look so shocked before. “A Bible. Do you have a Bible in your house?”
    Grandma Haney’s jaw came back up and her brows went down. “Of course I have a Bible in the house. What kind of question is that?”
    â€œYou do. Then—”
    â€œAnd I guess you can read it as long as you take good care of it. But—why?”
    â€œBecause I want to know if God is real or not.”
    â€œWow.” Grandma sat back in her seat and looked out the windshield. “Uh, yeah, Chelsea, go ahead and read it all you want.”
    â€œThanks.” I undid my seatbelt and pulled the door handle, ready to jump out.
    â€œI’ll put it on your bed in a little bit and you can look at it while everyone else is watching TV.”
    â€œOkay.” I was out the door and running up the driveway fast, leaving Grandma to think in the car.
    I had to wait until I’d played with my little brother and watched Hannah change her doll’s outfit about six times and get my soccer uniform from yesterday’s game in the laundry room, and then eat dinner, before I could get a glance at the Bible. I thought I was gonna burst from waiting so long.
    â€œWow.” The Bible was a big, very big, book—with small writing, too. And it looked different inside from any other book I’d ever seen. There were lots and lots of numbers all over the place. It was really weird.
    I wasn’t sure where to begin, because once I started reading the beginning, I got confused. I wanted to read about Jesus’s life and stuff. Like where He was born.
    I turned about twenty pages and I still couldn’t find where He was born. Wasn’t the Bible about Jesus? Why were all these funny-named people in here?
    Hmm. I decided to go backwards. Maybe the Bible ended with Him? As I flipped it, I came across the dictionary and then some other part that was called a funny word. But the funny word one was cool, because I was able to look up Jesus and then find places in the book that talked about Him. I noticed there were some boys’ names I could read, like Matthew, John, and Luke and stuff. They seemed to talk a lot about Jesus, so after a while of skimming through the Bible, I started to read the part called Luke.
    I couldn’t understand all of it, because it was written in olden day language, probably like how my grandma used to talk when she was a kid, but I could