It was during my biology class that Professor Johnson made these concluding remarks:

"And that is why, due to humans descending from other primates, there is no God."

I raised my hand.

"I respectfully disagree with your assertion of there being no God, Mr Johnson." I said.

"And I respectfully disagree with your disagreement." he said. "I believe it is only a matter of time before us atheists are proven right, and your beliefs are rendered obsolete! But regardless, these opinionated debates do not belong in the realm of science."

He then gave us all the results of last week's quiz. I got a B. Cool.

But just then, none other than God Himself walked into the classroom! Or at least, some guy that was trying to pass himself off as God. He was wearing white robes, had a flowing white beard, and even a name-tag that said "Hello, I am God."

"Can I help you?" Mr Johnson said, looking visibly unnerved.

"Well, I need to speak to one of your students. Specifically, Mr Soren Osbourne over there." God said, pointing at me.

"Okay...um...why?" Mr Johnson said.

"It's a long story, you know. And I apologize for my weird getup, but really, I do need to speak with Mr Soren over there.

"Fine." Mr Johnson said.

God awkwardly made his way through the classroom towards me. "Um, you're Soren Osbourne aren't you? Well, I have a job for you."

"Are you really God?" I said.

"Well, sort of." He replied. "It's a long story, really. But it has to involve you, because I've been watching you for some time and I know how devoted you are to upholding my will and going to Heaven and stuff."

"Wait, you're choosing me because I'm a Christian?" I said.

"Yeah." God replied. "Look, let's just say that this world isn't the only one I've made. There's another world I've been taking care of so that I can send its inhabitants to Heaven. I want you to take it over for me."

"Wait, you want me to do your job for you?!" Something wasn't right about all this. Actually, nothing was right about all this! Some so-called God barging into a classroom just to "choose" me for doing His job? It was sounding like something out of a crappy wish-fulfillment fan-fic.

"Look, it's a very important duty, and I've chosen you for a reason-"

"Okay, Mister. I think you need to leave." Mr Johnson said.

God sighed and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, everything froze all around us.

"WHOA! So you ARE God!" I said, amazed.

"Like I said, sort of." God said. "Anyway, it's a really important job, and I'm in no position to do it effectively at the moment. So, please Soren, take care of my other world for me."

I didn't like people making such bizarre demands of me out of nowhere. But I could see the sincerity, and the desperation in God's plea to me. Whether I liked it or not, whether I understood it or not, I had been chosen by God for this mission. And as a Christian, I felt obligated to accept it.

"Okay, God. I shall carry out your will." I said.

"YES!" God said, and promptly stroked me. For some reason, this knocked me unconscious.

When I woke up, I was outside a huge fancy building. In fact, it reminded me of Hogwarts from the Harry Potter movies. But suddenly, I felt a sharp sensation at the back of my head, and blacked out.