Thanks to God and my dog, Muzzy. Hope you like this one... and please read the first part of the this series before you read this one! Like I said before, this is a "religious" story and could be very contraversal. If you are going to email me or give me bad reviews, go ahead, I don't care.
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Searching for Clues
Jett felt the couch move as Keli stood up. He waited, but she never walked passed him. She wasn't standing up either. Then he saw it. On the couch was Keli's cheerleading uniform. Her shoes on the floor. On the arm of the couch was a WWJD bracelet she wore.
"What?" Jett said a little to loudly. Everyone in the room looked, but didn't notice the clothes. I must have had to much to drink, Jett thought. But when he looked the clothes were just sitting there. Slowly Jett stood. He had to find Kenny.
Jett pushed his way through the crowd to get to the kitchen. Minutes ago he wished Kenny would disappear, but now Kenny was a ray of hope for him. "Kenny!" he yelled as he edged his way closer to the kitchen. "Kenny!"
"Hey man!" Kenny replied. "What's up?"
"I need to talk to you now! Either I'm drunk, or something really crazy just happened."
"Your definitely drunk!" Kenny kidded not realizing the Jett was completely serious.
Jett pulled Kenny into their dad's study. "I'm gonna sound crazy. But I was sitting on the couch beside Keli, and... and..."
"What Bro.?" Kenny said agitated.
"She disappeared."
Kenny laughed. "I think you heard to much of Keli's Rapture nonsense. And too much to drink."
"Come look. Her clothes, and shoes are here, but she's gone!" Reluctantly Kenny followed Jett out of the room to see Keli. Or what was left of Keli.
*~*
Kenny's mind spun as he followed his brother out of the study. Kenny had always admired Jett. Ever since they were kids, Jett was Kenny's role model.
When Kenny was in second grade, he was the only boy who couldn't ride a two wheeler. Kenny got a brand new, shiny midnight blue bicycle. It was the best. Every kid who ever breathed would have wanted this bike. He was so mad when his dad announced that night he was leaving the next day for a two week business trip to the Philippines. All the kids picked on Kenny, and now his dad wasn't going to be here to teach him how to ride his new bike. After Mr. Andersone made the announcement, Kenny ran to his room in tears. Tears were strange to Kenny. He wasn't a crier. Neither were Jett nor his father. He excepted his mother to enter his room at any moment. To his surprise, when the door opened, Jett was there.
"What's wrong, my favorite little brother?" Jett had asked.
"I'm your only little brother!" Kenny screamed, anger building in his small body.
"Well, you're still my favorite. But what is wrong? You aren't one to get upset so easily."
"The kids were teasing me today afterschool," he mumbled.
"They were picking on my brother! Why I ought to..." Jett said.
Kenny broke out in a grin. "I'm serious Jett. They told me I was baby, 'cause only babies use training wheels on their bikes. And now dad won't be able to help in the- the Philipeas!"
"That's the Philippines, Kenny. And who says you need dad to teach you to ride a bike?"
"Well if daddy doesn't, who will?"
"I will!"
"You will?"
"Yes, of course I will. We can't have those runny nosed little kids picking on my brother, can we?"
That was a moment Kenny never would forget. Kenny and Jett had spent all Saturday afternoon practicing. Finally, Kenny did learn to ride a bike. Ever since then, Jett had always been the one Kenny went to for advise. Kenny had friends from school, but Jett had also been his best friend.
Had Jett gone crazy? Could Kenny been wrong about Jett all these years. He thought the world of Jett, even though all Jett could do was compare himself to other kids like Jason Fisher. Maybe all of his anxieties had built up, and Jett had to take a trip to the shrink.
But what if Jett was right? What if it had been the rapture? What if he missed his chance for heaven?
Couldn't be, he thought.
*~*
Jett knew Kenny doubted him. But could who blame him? Jett knew he should have just ignored what he thought was Keli's clothes and left. He had too much to drink. What was it seven beers? Or was it eight?
*~*
"She's gone!"
Gone? What?
"Melissa... she's gone!"
Amie must be dreaming. She slowly sat up from her bed. She looked at the clock. It was only 1:25. I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour, she thought.
Amie turned her head and saw Juli Taylor, another girl from the shelter, screaming and crying. "What's wrong, Jules?" Amie asked sleepily.
"I was talking to Melissa. She was telling me how Jesus saved her. I was just humoring her, or so I thought, when she disappeared."
"Where did she go?"
"I don't know... she was here talking, and right in the middle of a word, she vanished. Her clothes are here, but she's not."
"Juli, you were out partying again tonight. Was it beer? Or dope?"
"No! I'm serious. I'm not high or drunk. She was right here, and now she is gone!" Juli took a step back away from the bed. She bumped into the bunk behind her. She swore.
"You know, Melissa never did that," Amie thought aloud.
"Did what?"
"Swear."
"What?"
"Melissa never swore. Or lied. Or stayed out late. Or anything wrong, for that matter."
"She was a wimp, that's why."
"But Juli, you hear her talk. About how Jesus was coming to rescue her or something. Could it be?"
"I don't know." Amie looked down and saw Melissa's thin nightgown and a pair of socks lying on the bed. On top of it was a golden cross necklace that her mother gave her before she died.
Amie looked around the room. Everyone but Melissa and her had gone out to party. Melissa didn't go because she didn't want to. Amie didn't go because if she was caught they would ship her out of Colorado to a foster home in Nebraska. She wouldn't mind, except her only friend, Mrs. Andersone is here.
Mrs. Anderson! Is she still here? Is anyone, but Juli and her still here? "Come on, Jules."
"Hey, where are you going?"
"We are going to see if we can find out what is going on!" Amie threw on her jeans, sweatshirt, and cheap pair of sneakers. Juli did the same.
Amie bounded out the room, Juli at her heels. Amie looked around. Whoever was in charge tonight, was not to be seen. She stopped at the staff bulletin board. Saturday night.... Ms. Gordon. No wonder everyone snuck away so easily. Ms. Gordon is old, half blind and deaf. She went to bed at eight every night.
Not knowing what she was doing, Amie stepped out of the shelter, letting the cold night air cut her face. A few cars were parked along the side of the street. Down the street about 200 yards, she saw a car wreck.
Amie ran in the opposite direction of the wreck. Where should I go, Amie thought. She slowed down and leaned against a brick building on the corner of the street.
"Amie, what are we doing?"
"I don't know! I don't know anyone around here."
"What about that lady. You know, the one who babies you."
"Thanks a lot! You mean Mrs. Andersone. She lives about 10 miles from here in the suburbs. We'll never get there without a car."
"Yes we will. It's just going to take awhile. Do you know the way?"
"I think. Do you need anything else from the shelter. I have everything that I need. For now, at least."
"I think. Lets just go."
"Fine." And the started walking down the darken street.
*~*
Kenny and Jett rounded the corner into the living room where a group was dancing. They had to push their way through the crowd.
"Hey, watch where you going," said one girl.
"What?" Kenny replied turning his head so the girl could see him.
"Oh, sorry," she said and walked away.
Jett walked over to the couch where he had been sitting with Kelly. Her cheerleading outfit was still lying on the couch where Jett had left them. He could still see the purple WWJD bracelet laying on the couch arm.
Kenny saw the clothes, mumbled something under his breath. He turned and walked into the hallway. Jett followed.
"What are we going to do," Kenny asked aloud. "A girl disappears from our couch at one in the morning, leaving nothing but her clothes. It doesn't make sense!"
"Come on, Kenny," Jett said, walking up the stairs. Kenny follows Jett into their father's den. "Get out," Jett orders a kissing couple in the room. When Kenny and Jett were alone, Jett flips on his dad's computer.
"Turn on the TV, Kenny. Something like CNN or some other news station. I'm going to get on the Internet and see if there is anything odd on their. Maybe Mom or Dad emailed us, too."
While Jett tried to connect, the TV reported the news. "Unusual happenings occurred about 1:12 this morning, eastern standard time. Millions across the globe disappeared from their clothes. No one is sure what caused this phenomenon, which effected people of all genders, ages, and races. The question on many minds is what happened and can it happen again?"
*~*
Amie Mason and her friend Juli were not the only pedestrians walking the streets at 2 in the morning. Besides the homeless, people were wondering around, going somewhere, looking for someone.
Amie just kept walking. Tears started to trickle down her cheek. What if, what if everyone she knew (which wasn't too many) were gone? They turned down a country road, still eight miles from the Andersone's.
Behind them, a blue truck, slowed to the stop. The driver, an older man, climbed out.
"Can I help you, girls?" he asked.
Amie and Juli looked at each other in panic. They were alone, on a road without a house in hearing distance.
"Girls, do you need a ride? I'm going out to check on some family about ten miles down the road."
"Well, we could use a ride," Juli started to say.
*~*
Jett had just connected to the Internet, as an urgent bulletin came across the screen.
"It has only been about 45 minutes since millions of people disappeared across the globe. While it has effected people of every age, all, and I repeat all, children are gone.
Jett and Kenny looked at each other fearing the worst.
What if their parents were gone?
****
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Searching for Clues
Jett felt the couch move as Keli stood up. He waited, but she never walked passed him. She wasn't standing up either. Then he saw it. On the couch was Keli's cheerleading uniform. Her shoes on the floor. On the arm of the couch was a WWJD bracelet she wore.
"What?" Jett said a little to loudly. Everyone in the room looked, but didn't notice the clothes. I must have had to much to drink, Jett thought. But when he looked the clothes were just sitting there. Slowly Jett stood. He had to find Kenny.
Jett pushed his way through the crowd to get to the kitchen. Minutes ago he wished Kenny would disappear, but now Kenny was a ray of hope for him. "Kenny!" he yelled as he edged his way closer to the kitchen. "Kenny!"
"Hey man!" Kenny replied. "What's up?"
"I need to talk to you now! Either I'm drunk, or something really crazy just happened."
"Your definitely drunk!" Kenny kidded not realizing the Jett was completely serious.
Jett pulled Kenny into their dad's study. "I'm gonna sound crazy. But I was sitting on the couch beside Keli, and... and..."
"What Bro.?" Kenny said agitated.
"She disappeared."
Kenny laughed. "I think you heard to much of Keli's Rapture nonsense. And too much to drink."
"Come look. Her clothes, and shoes are here, but she's gone!" Reluctantly Kenny followed Jett out of the room to see Keli. Or what was left of Keli.
*~*
Kenny's mind spun as he followed his brother out of the study. Kenny had always admired Jett. Ever since they were kids, Jett was Kenny's role model.
When Kenny was in second grade, he was the only boy who couldn't ride a two wheeler. Kenny got a brand new, shiny midnight blue bicycle. It was the best. Every kid who ever breathed would have wanted this bike. He was so mad when his dad announced that night he was leaving the next day for a two week business trip to the Philippines. All the kids picked on Kenny, and now his dad wasn't going to be here to teach him how to ride his new bike. After Mr. Andersone made the announcement, Kenny ran to his room in tears. Tears were strange to Kenny. He wasn't a crier. Neither were Jett nor his father. He excepted his mother to enter his room at any moment. To his surprise, when the door opened, Jett was there.
"What's wrong, my favorite little brother?" Jett had asked.
"I'm your only little brother!" Kenny screamed, anger building in his small body.
"Well, you're still my favorite. But what is wrong? You aren't one to get upset so easily."
"The kids were teasing me today afterschool," he mumbled.
"They were picking on my brother! Why I ought to..." Jett said.
Kenny broke out in a grin. "I'm serious Jett. They told me I was baby, 'cause only babies use training wheels on their bikes. And now dad won't be able to help in the- the Philipeas!"
"That's the Philippines, Kenny. And who says you need dad to teach you to ride a bike?"
"Well if daddy doesn't, who will?"
"I will!"
"You will?"
"Yes, of course I will. We can't have those runny nosed little kids picking on my brother, can we?"
That was a moment Kenny never would forget. Kenny and Jett had spent all Saturday afternoon practicing. Finally, Kenny did learn to ride a bike. Ever since then, Jett had always been the one Kenny went to for advise. Kenny had friends from school, but Jett had also been his best friend.
Had Jett gone crazy? Could Kenny been wrong about Jett all these years. He thought the world of Jett, even though all Jett could do was compare himself to other kids like Jason Fisher. Maybe all of his anxieties had built up, and Jett had to take a trip to the shrink.
But what if Jett was right? What if it had been the rapture? What if he missed his chance for heaven?
Couldn't be, he thought.
*~*
Jett knew Kenny doubted him. But could who blame him? Jett knew he should have just ignored what he thought was Keli's clothes and left. He had too much to drink. What was it seven beers? Or was it eight?
*~*
"She's gone!"
Gone? What?
"Melissa... she's gone!"
Amie must be dreaming. She slowly sat up from her bed. She looked at the clock. It was only 1:25. I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour, she thought.
Amie turned her head and saw Juli Taylor, another girl from the shelter, screaming and crying. "What's wrong, Jules?" Amie asked sleepily.
"I was talking to Melissa. She was telling me how Jesus saved her. I was just humoring her, or so I thought, when she disappeared."
"Where did she go?"
"I don't know... she was here talking, and right in the middle of a word, she vanished. Her clothes are here, but she's not."
"Juli, you were out partying again tonight. Was it beer? Or dope?"
"No! I'm serious. I'm not high or drunk. She was right here, and now she is gone!" Juli took a step back away from the bed. She bumped into the bunk behind her. She swore.
"You know, Melissa never did that," Amie thought aloud.
"Did what?"
"Swear."
"What?"
"Melissa never swore. Or lied. Or stayed out late. Or anything wrong, for that matter."
"She was a wimp, that's why."
"But Juli, you hear her talk. About how Jesus was coming to rescue her or something. Could it be?"
"I don't know." Amie looked down and saw Melissa's thin nightgown and a pair of socks lying on the bed. On top of it was a golden cross necklace that her mother gave her before she died.
Amie looked around the room. Everyone but Melissa and her had gone out to party. Melissa didn't go because she didn't want to. Amie didn't go because if she was caught they would ship her out of Colorado to a foster home in Nebraska. She wouldn't mind, except her only friend, Mrs. Andersone is here.
Mrs. Anderson! Is she still here? Is anyone, but Juli and her still here? "Come on, Jules."
"Hey, where are you going?"
"We are going to see if we can find out what is going on!" Amie threw on her jeans, sweatshirt, and cheap pair of sneakers. Juli did the same.
Amie bounded out the room, Juli at her heels. Amie looked around. Whoever was in charge tonight, was not to be seen. She stopped at the staff bulletin board. Saturday night.... Ms. Gordon. No wonder everyone snuck away so easily. Ms. Gordon is old, half blind and deaf. She went to bed at eight every night.
Not knowing what she was doing, Amie stepped out of the shelter, letting the cold night air cut her face. A few cars were parked along the side of the street. Down the street about 200 yards, she saw a car wreck.
Amie ran in the opposite direction of the wreck. Where should I go, Amie thought. She slowed down and leaned against a brick building on the corner of the street.
"Amie, what are we doing?"
"I don't know! I don't know anyone around here."
"What about that lady. You know, the one who babies you."
"Thanks a lot! You mean Mrs. Andersone. She lives about 10 miles from here in the suburbs. We'll never get there without a car."
"Yes we will. It's just going to take awhile. Do you know the way?"
"I think. Do you need anything else from the shelter. I have everything that I need. For now, at least."
"I think. Lets just go."
"Fine." And the started walking down the darken street.
*~*
Kenny and Jett rounded the corner into the living room where a group was dancing. They had to push their way through the crowd.
"Hey, watch where you going," said one girl.
"What?" Kenny replied turning his head so the girl could see him.
"Oh, sorry," she said and walked away.
Jett walked over to the couch where he had been sitting with Kelly. Her cheerleading outfit was still lying on the couch where Jett had left them. He could still see the purple WWJD bracelet laying on the couch arm.
Kenny saw the clothes, mumbled something under his breath. He turned and walked into the hallway. Jett followed.
"What are we going to do," Kenny asked aloud. "A girl disappears from our couch at one in the morning, leaving nothing but her clothes. It doesn't make sense!"
"Come on, Kenny," Jett said, walking up the stairs. Kenny follows Jett into their father's den. "Get out," Jett orders a kissing couple in the room. When Kenny and Jett were alone, Jett flips on his dad's computer.
"Turn on the TV, Kenny. Something like CNN or some other news station. I'm going to get on the Internet and see if there is anything odd on their. Maybe Mom or Dad emailed us, too."
While Jett tried to connect, the TV reported the news. "Unusual happenings occurred about 1:12 this morning, eastern standard time. Millions across the globe disappeared from their clothes. No one is sure what caused this phenomenon, which effected people of all genders, ages, and races. The question on many minds is what happened and can it happen again?"
*~*
Amie Mason and her friend Juli were not the only pedestrians walking the streets at 2 in the morning. Besides the homeless, people were wondering around, going somewhere, looking for someone.
Amie just kept walking. Tears started to trickle down her cheek. What if, what if everyone she knew (which wasn't too many) were gone? They turned down a country road, still eight miles from the Andersone's.
Behind them, a blue truck, slowed to the stop. The driver, an older man, climbed out.
"Can I help you, girls?" he asked.
Amie and Juli looked at each other in panic. They were alone, on a road without a house in hearing distance.
"Girls, do you need a ride? I'm going out to check on some family about ten miles down the road."
"Well, we could use a ride," Juli started to say.
*~*
Jett had just connected to the Internet, as an urgent bulletin came across the screen.
"It has only been about 45 minutes since millions of people disappeared across the globe. While it has effected people of every age, all, and I repeat all, children are gone.
Jett and Kenny looked at each other fearing the worst.
What if their parents were gone?
****
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