I Arm-Wrestled the Devil Once.

     I know I'm smarter than this but I still manage to scare myself every new year with thoughts that tell me this is my last year. I'm not sure why, but I've always known I would die young. After attending a youth conference when I was about 16 I started thinking of what would happen when I die. Although I, myself, am not a Christian I still feel terrified of hell. It's funny how these things can still scare you even when you don't believe in them. My name is not important. By telling you my name I set myself up for assumptions which then turn to judgements. But I will tell you this, my story of when I met god and Satan in the same day.

       Chapter One: Before.  

     "Oh. My. God. Look at that looser, what a freak" Savannah said when she thought I was out of earshot, "she's like so gross." "And fat" James, her boyfriend, contributed. "I heard her dad is in a psychiatric ward" Savannah stated. The others replied with nasty faces and "oh my god"s. I feel the need to stop the story and say its true. My father was admitted to the crazy house after flipping his shit and trying to kill us all. The doctors said he had severe depression and bi-polar disorder. I've had experience with one if the two, you could guess which if you saw my wrist. "And like isn't that stuff like..catchable?" agh Brittany..she's the notorious true blonde slut of the school. There's only 3 boys who she hasn't laid and that's only because they're her cousins. She's not white trash, just dumb. Finally I hear enough and say "no, dumbass. It's not 'like catchable' you won't 'catch' it. And I don't have it anyways. So stop worrying, princess, ok?"

That'd be the perfect thing to say if it had only been her. But seeing as it was her whole group around her, it's was defiantly the wrong choice. Although the looks on their faces were something to enjoy I had to book it out of there. I ran as fast as my legs would let me, I ran across the lawn and saw that Brittany and savannah had gotten into Ashley's bright pink mini cooper and sped to the other side. I ran into the halls just in time to bump into James. He grabbed me by m arms and pushed me to the ground. "Now you're going to go back and get into that car and take a drive with savannah and Brittany. Okay?" he said while holding me down with his knee. (Why had I picked the one hallway where no one ever goes?!) still I stayed strong, "and what if I don't?" I replied and spit in his face. He wiped off the spit as if it were acid and look out a knife, and just as I went to scream he put a hand over my mouth and said, "let's just say it'll be worse than just this" and with that he cut a crooked line on my cheek which judging b the blood that seemed to stream down my face, I'm sure will take weeks to heal. I cried out in pain as he laughed and said "don't say A word. Don't look up. Just walk straight to that car. Don't try for help or else I'll end you here and now." I nodded in agreement and walked to the car. No one seemed to notice at all that anything was remotely wrong.  

A few kids asked what happened but James simply said "she fell on the field and I'm taking her to the nurses office" a simple enough lie to believe.