Hi, guys! This is my first Book of Mormon fanfic (I usually do Hunger Games ones), so I hope you enjoy! Please, please please please! (offers you a million dollars) Read and Review!
"Elder Price!"
My heart stops. This is the moment. I step forward.
"Yes, Sir!"
"Your brother will be Elder Cunningham!"
No, not him! My eyes shift to Arnold, who has just stepped out of the line of the other Elders awaiting their mission location. Well, if my mission brother is Arnold Cunningham, who doesn't know the Book of Mormon from the Book of the Dead, at least the Heavenly Father will grant me the location I want the most…Orlando. The word flows like a river in my mind.
My thoughts are quickly silenced, however, by Arnold shouting, "That's me! That's me!" He has finished running from the line to my side, a good twenty feet away. By the time he reaches me, he is panting slightly. "Hello!" he says, addressing me.
Trying to be nice, I reply tentatively, "Oh…hi!"
"And your mission location is…"
I cross my fingers. Please, Heavenly Father, I pray in my head, please make it Orlando. Please, please!
"New York City!"
My spirits sink. I feel the beauty of Orlando slipping away by the second.
"New York?" I say dejectedly. I do not want to have my two-year mission spent in New York City, especially with a mission brother like Arnold. But this must be what Heavenly Father wants. So I guess I'll just grin and bear it.
But Arnold seems perfectly happy about it. He says to me, "Isn't this great, Kevin? New York…the land of 'I Heart!'"
That's just Arnold Cunningham for you. I mean, he's not that bad of a guy, but he doesn't have many friends at LDS. Maybe it's on account of his Star Wars and Lord of the Rings obsessions, but I'm not too sure.
We go over to Elder Ward, one of the head Elders, to receive our airline tickets and itineraries. As we head to the exit doors of the church building, Arnold turns to me and says brightly, "Well, Kevin, I guess it's you and me, changing lives for the better! Isn't this exciting?"
"Yes," I reply, forcing a smile. You and me, I think, but mostly me. He must know that I'm the Elder that's worked the hardest in the LDS Missionary Training Program. I have absorbed every passage, memorized every prayer, and gone to every church session. He has learned almost nothing. There's no way he can properly instruct the New York citizens on Mormanism! How could a devout, faithful person like me end up with such rotton luck like this?
Nevertheless, I make my way back to my house six blocks from the church, make myself dinner, and go to bed. Tomorrow, I leave for New York. There will be other Elders there, of course, from different churches. I just pray that the Heavenly Father will grant me a successful mission. May God bless them. And God bless Arnold Cunningham, who could really use it.
So that's it! New chapter coming tomorrow (I think). Tell me what you think!
