Lightning Never Strikes Twice

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It’s Mike here. You certainly took long enough Jake. So here’s my story. 

It was a normal day at school (well until my friend was hit by a bolt of lightning). It started at recess. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I was running around. It was the year before I started Jr. High, so I cherished every moment on the playground. But, every time I grabbed something metal I got a shock. So I was forced to stay off of the playground, which was very annoying. But I ran to the field to check out what my friends were doing.

Turns they were playing my least favorite game: football. But I was so bored, I asked if I could play.

“Sure,” said Marcus “But stay away from the ball.” I could tell he was being sarcastic.  By the third game, I had made exactly 0 touchdowns and been tackled about a bazillion times. By the fourth game I managed to make one touchdown with plenty of team help.

But game number five was altogether weird and scary. Marcus was teasing me about the fact I’d gotten my hands on the ball about three times. Marcus is annoying, but he’s normally not this mean when he’s teasing me. I got angry. So when Marcus threw the ball, I jumped.

That was when it went wrong. As soon as my hands touched the rough, leathery surface of that football, a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, striking the ground right in front of Marcus.

“Dude, are you okay?” I asked.                                                                                           

“Of course I’m alright, it didn’t hit me did it?” he said while getting up.  “But that was weird. I mean, there’s not a cloud in sight!”

He grabbed the ball and was getting ready to throw it. He hesitated, but did eventually.   I saw him flinch as I reached for it, and I had second thoughts myself.

If it happens again I’m in trouble.  I thought. But if it doesn’t, no harm’s done, right?  I caught it and nothing happened.  I was about to sigh in relief when a giant purple lightning bolt struck in front of me.  I was blown back about ten yards before hitting a large, sharp rock. I saw red. My head felt wet. Then the world faded into nothing but darkness.                                         

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