Would You Rather?

Her name was Jenna and she was leaving her friend's backyard because she wasn't into the trampoline scene, it racked her brain inside her skull and she would always end up with a migraine the next day. It was dark, and there were a lot of stairs (damn rich people and their endless stairs (if you are that rich why not invest in an escalater)). She was thinking about how much she wished she had a new pair of shoes because the bottom of her sneakers were coming unhinged and flapping like a numb lip-then she tripped on her numb lipped unhinged shoe, killing her instantly as she landed on the sharpest stair breaking her neck.


She floated outside of her body and looked at her dead body.

"Oh balls, are you kidding?" she was absolutely pissed that she was dead,"This super sucks."

She sat next to her dead body wondering how long she would sit there before anyone would notice. It was wierd, she was a lot better looking then she thought. She used to spend at least ten mintues staring at her butt hoping her eyes would burn off the appropriate calories to make it smaller, but actually her butt looked awesome, especially in her new jeans (realizing she only wore them once and then getting more angry because she was dead and wouldn't be able to get her money's worth out of them). That's what she got for buying expensive jeans instead of new shoes, death.

She stood, getting bored that nobody was finding her. Then she wondered, "can I fly?" she jumped and landed normally on her feet. Then she got furious,"You mean I'm dead and I can't even fly? Being dead is the pits!"

Then a voice from above called to her,"Jenna, you are funny!" then the voice laughed and it sounded like thunder.

"Are you god?"

"I can't tell you."

"So that means yes. Why'd you make me die?"

"I thought it might be funny to kill you by shoe tripping, that's all."

"Well that's awefully rude."

"Yeah, sorry."

Then she thought of all the things she was planning on doing but probably wasn't going to ever do because she was sure she wasn't going to die until she was old.

"You're a jerk."

"Okay listen Jenna, I'll give you an ultimatum, you don't have to die-"

"Really?"

"Yeah, but you have to choose to either be a human clock and ding every hour, no exceptions, or smell every person's burp that's in the quarter mile radus."

"God, are you joshing me?"

"No, that's how things work around here. Now choose."

She sat next to her dead face, it didn't look very dead, and thought about what would be less worse. A human clock would get really embarrassing. What if you were doing something that was very serious and silent and then the hour changed and then you would have to ding. But smelling burps could be pretty disgusting, but it wouldn't really be in the public's eye (except for the faces she would most likely pull after smelling), and who knows, maybe there would be good smelling ones.

"Okay god, I choose burps."

Jenna felt weird and her neck hurt. She had the strangest feeling that she was just cursed. A terrible smell intruded her nostrills,"Who ate chilly dogs?"

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