My Version of 7 Minutes In Heaven

This is how I'd react if I was forced to play 7 minutes in heaven. And I don't know how it works, so this is how I think it would.

Chapter 1

My Version.

I was invited to my friend's party. No, more liked dragged to my friend's party. She came to my house, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to her house. I tried to bite her, but it didn't work. So here I am, at her "lovely" party, staying as far away from people as possible. I saw someone I knew, and I bolted from the room, not wanting to start a conversation. Eva, my friend who was hosting the party, called out, "Ok guys! We're gonna play 7 minutes in heaven."

At this point, I ran for the door, only to slam into Samuel.

"Gah!" I exclaimed. "Oh, sorry Sam. 'Scuse me." I tried to sidestep around him, but he followed my motions.

"What's the rush?" he asked.

"I'm going to puke on you," I threatened. Sam stayed put. "I'll puke on you later." I turned around and walked back into the room. Eva called out random names. I was one of the last people called.

"Jade and Sam." I didn't move. Why would I? They can make me play the game, but they can't make me go in the closet. Sam stood. I looked at my nails and began to pick the dirt out from under them. Eva looked at me. I glanced up at her.

"Hello," I said to her.

"Jade, get up."

"I'm good."

"Up."

"I'm actually pretty comfortable here."

"Now."

"Wanna go for me?"

"/Jade/." I gulped. Eva was using the scary voice on me. I made a big deal about getting up, falling over a few times. Eva was tapping her foot impatiently. She finally cracked after I fell over the tenth time.

"Every time you fall over, I'll add ten minutes," Eva said. I shot to my feet, racing towards the closet. I just wanted to get this over with. I wedged myself into a corner and armed myself with a coat hanger. When Sam came in and the door shut, I raised the coat hanger out in front of my face.

"Move any closer and I'll whack you to death with this coat hanger." Sam didn't move an inch. I scooched over to the door and leaned against it. Then when they opened it, I'd fall right out. Better than moving. Sam watched me the whole time. It was really annoying.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I snapped. Sam jumped. There were some laughs from outside the closet.

"How many more minutes?" I called.

"Three," Eva called back. I turned to Sam.

"You have three minutes to stay in that spot. If you move, I promise I'll whack your brains out." Sam's eyes went wide and he started shaking. After those three minutes were up, I ripped open the closet door and flung myself into the living room. I was still holding the coat hanger. People looked at me and laughed.

"Don't laugh!" I exclaimed. "Why do you people like this game? You're all sick." But that just brought on more laughter. I looked at the kids crowded around the living room.

"Fine," I huffed. "Fine. I'll just take my coat hanger and leave."

"Aw, baby, don't be that way!" some perverted guy in the back yelled. I spun quickly and hurled my coat hanger at him. It smacked him in the face.

"Damn straight," I said, turning and leaving the room. And since that day, Sam hasn't talked to me and neither has that guy I nailed in the face with my coat hanger.


Fin.

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