my short story

In a town not so far away there was a high school. The school wasn’t to big about 50 kids per grade. Everyone in this school knew each other sort of like BCS. This school was one that everyone liked it. The teachers love there job and the students were as happy they could being in school, everyone was happy except one. His name was Mathew, this student was a new foreign transfer student. He was a nice kid he worked and got good grades. He was polite and never got into trouble. But inside this kid was tormented inside. His parents sent him off to a strange country, with no real people to look after him. He stayed with his grandparents who didn’t really seem to know he existed. He worked his own job to support himself. He paid for his books and car and all the things he would need.
One day the janitor was working late, on a day that no one should be working, Christmas. He came to a room with the light on. He thought that it was strange. When he looked in he saw Mathew. “Sort of late for a student to be finishing up school” he said. “Sorry Mr. Jones” said Mathew
“no problem, just curios though what are you doing” asked Mr. Jones.
“just thinking” answered Mathew. As Mr. Jones drew closer he noticed a M9 in his hand ,a small gun. He took a few cautious steps closer. “Mr. Jones can I ask you a question?”
“yes what’s on your mind Mathew” as he pulled a chair up.
“do you ever feel like giving up?” Mathew asked.
“well, that’s a good question Mathew, well first let me ask you why this is on your mind” eyeing the gun in his hand.
“well I have to work for my schooling and my step parents don’t really care about what I do so it makes everything so hard”
“even during Christmas?” asked Mr. Jones
“yeah its not worth it”
“so do you know the reason for the season”
“ no why, this has no relevance to this”
“well if you knew what it meant then it would make a difference”
“so what’s your point?”
“well God sent his son Jesus to die for you”
“wait why would God care about me”
“that’s the beauty of it, you and me we don’t deserve it. He sent jesus for us while we were jet sinners”
“so God sent Jesus here. To earth died for me”
“yes he did and all you have to do is accept him and let him be your lord”
“well I do want him”
“let me pray with you and accept him”
They bow there heads and Mr. Jones leads him to the lord