“This is so freaking stupid,” he thought to himself. He glanced at the clock, 11:45. The bell was bound to go off any second now. In his seat he sat squirming, ready for lunch, where he would finally get to see her. His heart started to beat slightly faster at the thought, her beautiful, long blonde hair, her oceanic blue eyes, her body was perfect. Some people poked fun at her since she was a little overweight but I didn't care, she looked great to me, and on top of all this her personally was amazing. She was goofy and kind and had the perfect amount of spunk. She wasn't in the popular group but she was popular to me. He was felt as if he was too in ‘love’ with her. They socialized in school but weren't really friends.
The bell went off. “Finally.” He got up and went down to the cafeteria meeting his friends on the way.
“Hey Erik!” Mark exclaimed.
“Hiya,” He replied.
“You know what's for lunch?”
Jacob budded in, “I'm pretty sure it's pizza.”
“I bet on doughy,” Mark said.
“I call rock,” Jacob laughed. “Why can't they make pizza, like pizza. Either undercooked or burnt. Just order it.”
They all got into line and moved slowly down to grab food. Erik stepped out and went and sat down at his friends’ table. He waited for his friends to get their food and take a seat. Erik rested his head on his hand and watched his crush talk happily with her friends. He smiled. She looked away from the group for a moment. “God…Elizabeth, you're so pretty.” He thought as he admired her from afar. She smiled and turned away. That brief second that he saw her smile, his heart fluttered. That was the most gorgeous smile he'd ever seen.
“Dude. Erik,” Jacob said, “You need to stop stalking Liza. It's weird. We get you like her but stop making it so everybody knows.” They both laughed.
Erik rolled his eyes and sighed. “Why don't you ever get food?” Mark asked.
Tiffany came over with her tray and sat down, “That's a good point. I've never seen you eat, even when we’ve hung out. You always deny it.”
Erik thought for a moment before he replied, “I hardly have an appetite.”
“Come on, eat something.” Jacob teased shoving a piece a garlic bread in his face.
Erik backed away annoyed. “Stop, I'm fine really.”
"Whatever the police tell you, whatever you hear on the news, remember that mommy and daddy love you and did this all for you."
It has been six years since my parents told me that. I have been living with my older brother Jason since they left. He's twenty four now and has been supporting me since then. A year ago I could finally start working and help out with bills.
Our morning started out the same as it normally does. Jason turned on the news and watched intently. His obsession with the news was considered weird by some, but understandable to me. When your parents tell you something that severe, and disappear right after, you pay attention to their words.
I looked over at my older brother warmheartedly. His face looked considerably different. Aged. I noticed some new creases, probably from the stress and the burden he carried from our parents. I missed him, the old him. The one who would hike me up on his shoulders and run around with me. Given, that was when I was seven, I still miss just being able to have a normal conversation. I hate the tension between us. He cared about me, but he cared more about finding our parents. And I did understand why. Though it has been years, he just won't give it up, and I've learned better than to tell him to. It was the only time he ever slapped me, I think that's where most of the tension between us came from.
A commercial came on advertising a new hair growth product. Jason snapped out of his news induced comatose state and went to the kitchen. When he came back he tossed a granola bar at me. "Thanks."
"Yeah, don't mention it."
That's all our conversations ever were anymore. Measly little chats. I missed staying up to the ungodly hours of the night talking about stupid things and our mutual interests. I missed everything, including my parents. I last saw them when I was eleven. It was a brutally cold winter night. I was being tucked into bed by my mother. Then before she gave me my goodnight kiss she said those torturous words. I was confused but still a child so I never thought much of it. Then they next day when I got home from school, they weren't there. Only Jason was. He was sitting on the couch sobbing. It was the only time I've seen him cry, and the first time he shouted at me. He had blamed me for their departure. For a few days I was scared of him, even after he apologized. It took me a couple weeks to forgive him and go back to normal. Well, this normal.
The news came back on talking about a pair who murdered multiple people. When the anchorwoman started saying the names of the casualties my heart dropped. I knew those people. All of them. Some of them were my friends and others were Jason's. I glanced over at my brother who scooted closer to the television. He probably couldn't believe what he was hearing either. Jason said something. I couldn't tell what it was exactly but it sounded like, its them.
I turned back to the t.v. when the newscaster started talking about the possible suspects. "Now here the police have released a drawing of the pair from an eyewitness account. The male, is 5'11 and has short brown hair and blue eyes. The female is 5'6 and has long blonde hair with brown eyes. Both of them were last seen on Chimes street, where the most recent set of murders happened." Once the sketches of the murderers were on the screen, Jason practically fainted.
Time seemed to have stopped. The pictures of the suspects were eerily close to our parents, but it couldn't be, could it? They did say 'whatever you hear on the news,' but still. This was insane. I was breathless, "Is it really...?"
"I think so."
I looked over at Jason. His face showed no emotion. "But, why?" That question hung in the air. His stare went from the television, to me, then to the tv again. We didn't know the answer. We wouldn't know for a long time probably, if we ever did.
A knock on our door snapped us out of our stupor, well, snapped me out mine since my brother was already watching the news again. Jason got up and answered it. "Evelyn!" I heard him shout emotionally, but instead of being happy and shocked, he sounded scared. Why was he scared? Evelyn was our mother’s name. Was she here? Instinct caused me to run to the door even though I had so many conflicting emotions. My mom was a murderer, I think, but she was my mom after all. I didn't know how to feel, or what to say when I saw her. I just know I'd be speechless. But instead I didn't see her. I saw an empty doorway and my brother on the ground with a growing pool of blood around him.
PART 4: God Buys Earth From Ikea
"Your order will be here in three to four business days."
This is where many people get the story wrong. They believe God created the heavens and earth on the first day, and expanded from that, but that is not what really happened. On the first day God created the empty universe, his display board for all his artwork. He played around doing empty drawings, but nothing came out to his liking. So on the second day he created what we know as Ikea. The idea came from wanting to build something, build life and watch it flourish, or maybe he was lonely and wanted something, someone, to play with.
For the next several days nothing was created. God was waiting for his package to arrive with his building materials and instructions. It's true that he could make the package arrive with a snap of his fingers, but that was cheating.