The Devil’s Warning by Adrian Mejia
Dear Reader, Today is March 23rd 2021. The day happened all too quick. I got 8 hours of sleep, finished classes, left the house to pick up my sister from school. I’m grounded currently for unacceptable grades, which is understandable of course. I couldn’t go outside for the past two days because of that, and I wanted to play basketball and savor the once in a lifetime warmth the weather had to give, but I couldn’t overdo the actions I’ve taken. I was sad, basketball is something I do every day, since the cold I’ve done it every day. I took a 2 and a half hour nap (I never take naps), woke up, ate food, and came back into the room. I laid my head facing the window with a revealing curtain showing the sun’s glow. Resting my head, I imagined me going back to the past and telling myself to do good in school and do everything and don’t let it pile up. I became very sad, knowing I can’t take away the actions I’ve done and I should take the consequences like a man, but then I prayed and asked for me to be let go, and be outside and to be given a chance. Then, all the sun that was a bright orange turned white, and I felt goosebumps across my body, fully relaxed. I looked at the sun and in the corner of my eye I saw a beard, but I couldn’t move my eyes or body to react, I was looking at a white sun. The beard came in and whispered in my ear and said, “The closest day with a 7 you’ll live again.” Then, I was back. I had this urge to do all of my chores and do my work, and so here I am with this mode of extreme responsibility, doing everything I can do to have a better, clear-minded, stress-free life. Saturday, March 27th came and there is a God and Jesus because my mother let me off my punishment, the motivation of there being a superior being in this world gives me hope. I went to the park . . . Walking there, I saw a crazy man kicking garbage cans and screaming. He didn’t look homeless, but seemed crazy. He would ramble words I’ve never heard. He was around 5’8”, sort of skinny, 233
