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Five Second Story - Part 17I have never had a girlfriend before. I know it seems strange, but I am a sophomore in high school and haven't even had my first kiss yet. And yet I hang with all the perverts in the drama department. Anywho, when Jessie and I actually started a good conversation, I felt like we really connected on a lot of points, like out views on TV shows and our choices of food. Chris joined in our conversations a few times, usually to make us laugh. He's good at doing that.
Suddenly, there was a great flash, like a firework, in the center of the arena. Everyone looked up. I mean everyone. Even the escorts. Floating in the center of the arena was gigantic words, like those I mentioned before that the butler gloves used to talk with. They said, "PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR SEATS BEFORE THE TIMER HITS SOMEWHERE AROUND 0:00." Underneath was a timer, counting down from 5:00 (five minutes).
"Well," Jessie said, "I guess I better get back to my seat." She stood up (she had been sitting on the steps).
Five Second Story - Part 16When we got back to our seats, Crys and Ginger were finishing their conversation.
" well, yeah, it was good," finished Crys, smiling. She looked up when we came and sat down and she said, "So, Rick, seems you found a rival?"
"Oh, don't remind wait what?" How could she see us when we were that far away? "How'd you find out?"
She laughed. "Look, Ricky, the moment you started yelling at each other, everybody was watching. And by your fighting stance and the way you hit him, those kids you told must have understood why you saw God as a ninja." She patted my hand. "Trust me, you've made quite the reputation for yourself."
As realization dawned on me, a question came to mind: What kind of reputation did I earn for myself? Did they think I was a brute, because I beat down Heinrich? Did they think I was prejudiced? Did they think I was a coward, because I ran after the first punch? Well, probably not the last one.
At that point in my thoughts, I was interrupted by a voice to my ri
Five Second Story - Part 15We decided to go back to our seats after the encounter with my new rival. I know it may seem a bit clichéd, maybe, for the Jew's enemy to be a Nazi, but what can I say? It's how it happened. To be honest, I almost wish he wasn't a Nazi I had hoped the world was rid of those bastards. I still have no idea how he could have made it to Heaven here in God's arena, but I guess He must have looked past the Nazi part of him to find something worthy of recognition. In short, it's beyond me.
As we started back to our seats, Chris stopped short near the girl I mentioned earlier. "Ricky," he said, "do you remember where our seats are?"
I stopped right next to the girl's seat. "Chris," I said, "don't you remember what you escort what's her name, Ginger? said about getting back? She said all we have to do is think of our spots and our eyes will be drawn to them. I'll just think of Crys, my escort. It should work. If you can't think of anything that works, just follow me."
Five Second Story - Part 14When you think of walking through a crowd of strangers, what do you think of? New York City? The beach? The first day at a new school? What if everyone was wearing the same clothes? A school musical? A nude beach? I wish I was at a nude beach. Instead, I'm in Heaven attending what at first glance would look like a meeting of some cult or a bunch of monks. Except we weren't bald or had shaved heads (most monks do, I guess).
Chris and I walked among our peers, politely asking people how they saw God. All of the answers were different, most based on things from Earth. One girl, blonde and not-too-smart-looking, but with and intelligent twinkle in her eye, said that He looked like Bugs Bunny with a rocket-shaped carrot on his back and a blue blind-fold. I guess that you are not allowed to see God's eyes, and mouth in some cases, for some reason, from what people have been describing.
Most everyone we talked to seemed to have a good description of Him, with no reason for us mot to like him/
Five Second Story - Part 13So, here I am, in a world alien to me, with no one but an incredibly hot escort to trust, and suddenly, my best friend appears with an escort of his own. Things were looking up as soon as I saw the place, but now they were looking vertical.
The lights around the arena dimmed, as if we were in a movie theater. Suddenly, the wind picked up, and swirled leaves around the center of the arena in a big whirlwind. 'Wait a sec, leaves? Where did they come from?' I thought, 'Hold on, I think I've - !' Before my thoughts could continue, a man, giant, as if enlarged so we could all see him well, appeared in the center and the whirlwind dissipated.
'Okay,' I thought, 'either whoever that is watches too much anime, or has a not-so-secret passion for Naruto.' The man had the same clothes and posture as that of a character by the name of Kakashi Hatake, if you know of him. If you don't know of him, he wears a dark blue shirt, long dark-blue pants, and a darkish-green vest with multiple pockets and a
Five Second Story - Part 12Now I see how it's possible. Y'see, even though Chris and I are best friends, we go to different high schools. So, Chris must have been the kid taken from his school. It's the only explanation.
"So, Chris," I said, finally over the initial shock of seeing my friend here in Heaven, wearing the same white robes as everyone else, "have a good trip?"
"Good?" he replied. "It was amazing! I never imagined this could be possible!" He paused. "But, I wonder, and don't interrupt me this time . . . er, what's your name again?" He looked at Crys.
"Crystal. Just call me Crys."
"Oh, this'll be confusing. I'm Chris, nice to meet you." Crys giggled. Chris continued, "As I was saying, I wonder why we were picked, instead of some of the other stronger and/or smarter kids in our schools."
I looked at him, "Wow, Chris, I think that is one of the longest sentences I've heard you say in a while."
"Okay. But still, why ?"
"Chris, look, we're in Heaven, we're not dead, God took us here, & we don't kno
Five Second Story - Part 11Talk about a change in scenery. We went from a fancy mansion setting to a coliseum-like arena. Also, it was an impossible change of location, being that we were on the first floor of the mansion and we went directly to the middle of the coliseum. It wasn't the full coliseum, though it looked like it was newly built. You could tell it was small from what the gloves called it: the small arena. It was still pretty big.
When we found row R, I noticed that every other seat was numbered, while the others were marked with the same number and an E. I guessed that it meant "escort." I turned to Crys, "After you," I said as I gestured to the seats (which sort of looked like the seats you'd find in a movie theater or auditorium, not the stone benches of the coliseum).
"Why thank you," she replied with a smile. When we reached seat 15, Crys sat down first and the number 15 glowed green. I sat down and found that the seat was extremely comfortable. It was like the seat conformed to my butt. In fact
Five Second Story - Part 10Let's just say that he had done a nice job with the place. If I hadn't known better, I'd guess he was expecting some very important visitors. Because I knew better, I'd say that there was a whole-freakin'-lot of high-schoolers coming to get a lecture or something from the schoolteacher that is God.
Inside, it was like a ginormous mansion. Picture it how you will, it's probably right there's gold, silver, mirrors, tables, chairs, flowers, vases, expensive paintings, must I go on? Let's just say it was reeeeeeeealy fancy in there. I also expected to see a bunch of servants and butlers scurrying around doing numerous tasks of which I did not know. Well, I did not see them. In fact, I did see, part of them, at least. There were a bunch of pairs of floating white gloves carrying platters and messages and other strange contraptions. Most were floating at the level of normal hands, but some were floating near the ceiling, moving faster than the ones nearer the floor, probably on urgent
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