Life
By Emma Campbell, Anna Logan, Columbia Klostemaier-Starkewski.
It was may 23, 2022. I felt so good standing on that first place podium. I had just won first place at my swim competition. I looked down to my left and a redhead with her hair tied up stood there. To my right, a boy with short brown hair. Their names were unknown to me, but the red-head looked familiar. I think her name was Heather or something.
I went to shake her hand to congratulate her on second place. Still not as good as me, but it's up there. She looked at me with suspicious eyes. As we shook hands, she pushed me off of my podium with all of her strength. I felt a sharp pain at the top of my head and it quickly spread throughout my body. Then suddenly I felt nothing at all as I slipped out of conciousness. The last thing I heard was an ambulance siren. I didn't really think I was dead until I heard a doctor to my parents "I guess it's time to go coffin shopping.'
The next day, I could feel my parents drag my lifeless body to Casket Outlet. I didn't want to go there. I wanted to stay in my freezer. But no matter how hard I tried, my body wouldn't move, and I couldn't talk to them. I was thrown into a coffin. It was very cozy, but mere minutes later, i was sucked out of it. The next one I was put in was simply all wooden, no comfort. My back hurt.
"She always did have a bad back." my father said, looking at the wooden coffin.
"Could they hear me?" i thought to myself as I was dragged out of the coffin.
"We'll take the wooden one." said my mother to a nearby salesman.
"Errgh! That one hurt my back." I thought, hoping my parents could hear me.
A few days later, I was dragged out of my freezer. My time has come, my time to shine. Today was the day of my funeral. They slipped me into an ugly yellow dress. I couldn't see it, but it felt yellow, My hair was slicked back with a Tommy Hilfiger headband, and some aloe vera gel to slick me back even more.
Suddenly, I felt my coffin jolt, then, it started to move. As we arrived at the church, i started to hear familiar voices, then my coffin stopped.
"Amigos, we have been gathered here today to celebrate the death of Anna Eve Logan. She lived a fantastic life and will be remembered forever. Now, i would like to call up some of her closest amigas." said Diego, the spanish priest
I heard footsteps, then my good friend Emma's voice.
"Anna was a good friend. She was a caring, friendly, amazing person. She lived a great life and will be remembered. I hope she has a good time without us." She said as she started sobbing then walked away.
"Next, Columbia" said Diego.
"It was a good burn. She deserved it."
Then I heard Columbia's loud footsteps approach my casket, then, she gripped onto my eyelids and ripped them open. It was so painful, but i couldn't find a way to tell her. She knelt down beside me and whispered right in my ear, "See ya in hell."
I glanced away from her and saw Diego walking over towards me in a blue Ecole Henri-Bergeron robe with a large bible in his hands. Then, he started to speak. "Mi amigos, please take out the bibles in front of you as we are about to sing a song of the death."
I watched as everyone took out their bibles and flipped to page 666 and began singing a remix of "If you're happy and you know it" and "happy together". They looked so stiff as they started to sing.
I wish I could tell them to stop. Their singing made my ears bleed.
"If you're happy and you know it clap your hands" *clap clap*
"Damn, I really wish I could clap my hands right now." i thought to myself, "Their singing is awful, I wish I could tell them to stop"
I could hear Diego the priest singing opera style, then he queued up a mariachi band. They were delayed by 10.5 seconds as one guy forgot his trumpet. As I heard the trumpet blasting next to me, I felt awakened.
As Diego was just about to close my casket, I used all of the strength in me to stretch my arm out in front of me to stop him. I accidentally slapped him across the face in the process, then he cried and ran out of the church.
As I slowly sat up in my coffin, I noticed that everyone was staring at me. I guess i was just paralyzed and not actually dead.
"H-How are you alive?" exclaimed the trumpet player.
"I don't know. I think I was just kind of frozen..." I replied
Everyone sat in silence for a moment. No one knew what to do, even I was confused.
"Time to go home then I guess" said my father.
I got up out of my casket and headed towards to door with my family behind me. I was still kind of stiff after being frozen for so long. As i opened the church doors, I was blinded by the sun.
As I took a step onto the streets of Berlin, I noticed a semi truck heading right towards me at 101 miles per hour. When it hit me, I could feel all the bones in my body shattering. This time, I knew that I was really dead.
I could hear Diego step out of the truck singing "Firework" by Katy Perry, and I could hear Columbia laughing next to him. As the trumpet player started to play a tune, I could feel the life slowly drain out of me.
As I went to take my last breath, I looked up to my right at a 3.5 degree angle and I saw a little girl with her family and her little dog. They stopped right in front of me and began poking me with sticks.
I guess that they didn't get the memo that I was dead.
This is the end of Anna Eve Logan's journey through the game of life.
Farewell, and don't live a traumatizing life, like me, and count on the holy ghost.
The End.