Chapter Four

4. A day of judgment

A/N: I do not really believe what I am writing. It just popped into my head & I thought it would be funny.

Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I own Drake & Josh? No!

Josh: Dude, I'm soooooo glad midnightwriter1898 doesn't own us! She's crazy!

Drake: I know, if she got her way, I'd be dead!

Josh: Thank goodness we're not in her hands! Even though you're annoying sometimes, actually most of the time, I wouldn't want you to die!

Drake: Yeah, neither would I. I mean, what would Nichole, Brittney, Savannah, Esther, Jade, Jasmine, Tori, Lucy, (etc, list goes on forever) do without me?

(Josh stares blankly at Drake)

Drake: What?

(Megan walks in)

Megan: What up, boobs?

Drake & Josh: We're talking about that insane person called midnightwriter1898...

Megan: Man, I wish she owned you two! I could live in peace!

Drake & Josh: HEY!

(Megan walks out of room laughing)

Drake felt lightheaded. He was surrounded by white, and in the distance he heard harps.

Where am I? He wondered. He suddenly saw other people around him.

"What – what, where am I?" He asked.

"Don't you know? You're at Judgment City." An elderly lady replied.

"Judgment City? What's that?"

"It's a city where you go to decide whether you go to Heaven or Hell." Another person replied.

"What?" Drake yelped. Now he knew why everywhere he looked, he was surrounded by old people. Thank goodness.

"Okay, Megan, I know you're pranking me. You can stop. I already know it's you. Megan? Josh? Okay, this isn't funny." Drake began to panic when no one responded. "Okay, look, guys you're really scaring me. Are you happy, Megan? Your prank worked." People began to look at him as if he were crazy.

"So, how did you die?" A person asked him.

"What?" Drake yelled. How did he die? He wasn't dead! Or was he?

"Drake Parker, welcome to Judgment City. I will be you defender here." A tall man shook Drake's hand.

"Hi?" Drake said hesitantly. "Could you please explain to me what's going on?"

"You're dead, and you're here at Judgment City to decide whether you have a future in Heaven or Hell."

"Huh?" Drake asked. He, seventeen year-old Drake Parker, was dead? Heck, he thought this only happened to old people.

"So, how do you decide if I go to Heaven or Hell?" he asked after a moment.

"Your judges do."

"Oh… okay… so, how do the judges decide?"

"They look back at your past life and that's how they decide.The prosecuting attorney, Ms. Louis, will present a case against you."

"Wait – my prosecutor's a woman?"

"Yes... why?"

"It's my lucky day. I'll definitely be going to heaven."

"How can you be so sure?"

"My good looks and smooth words will win her over. She won't have the heart to send me to Hell."

"Drake, she's not like that. She's very strict and won't put up with crap."

"Oh, she will," Drake said, putting on his best smile, "from me. Now, let's go meet her."

Drake wasn't worried the least bit as he followed his defender. He'd win her over. He'd get sent to Heaven and live the rest of his life in luxury. As they entered a room that had a large screen at one end, Drake smiled at the woman who sat on one side of the screen. But when she turned around he shivered.

"Drake Parker, sit in the chair facing the screen." She commanded. Her features were sharp and her voice was strict, and Drake knew that she wasn't going to fall for him. He quickly sat down.

"Okay. Jeffrey, sit down." The woman motioned to Drake's defender, who moved into the chair on the other side of him.

"First, we are going to look at a scene that takes place when Drake was five years, two hours, and thirteen seconds old, which I will refer to as 5,2,13. Understand, Drake?"

"Umm, yes?" Drake responded. The screen suddenly showed an image of a five-year-old Drake Parker at the local grocery store. Drake had picked up gum off the shelf and put it in his pocket. With that, he quickly ran out, taking the gum with him.

The screen went black again, and the woman turned to look at Drake.

"See? At five years old, this boy stole gum. It shows he is not worthy of going to Heaven."

"Wait! I want to show a scene that takes place at 5, 6, 34!" Jeffrey said. The screen now showed Drake returning the gum and apologizing while handing the cashier money.

"At five years old, this boy had the courage to admit he was wrong and go back and fix his mistake. I think that's proves that he's a fine kid."

"Let me show you 5, 4, 7."

Here his mother was making him return the gum.

"See? His mother made him. He didn't do it on his own."

"But he still did it." Jeffrey said.

"Okay, let's go to 16, 56, 98." Mrs. Louis said, and all of the sudden the screen showed a 16-year-old Drake throwing paper balls at Josh. Josh was yelling, "Stop, Drake, stop!"

"I am now going to show you a series of Drake repeatedly showing disrespect for his brother, which will be followed by images of Drake not being mature enough to show respect for the girls that he dated."

"Well, Drake, I wish I could have helped you out more, but I can't control the actions of my clients in their previous life. It's rather warm where you're going, but you'll get used to it. If you had worked harder on Earth maybe you wouldn't have to work so hard now. But that was the past. Sorry." Jeffrey said, leading Drake to a door posted "point of no return". Drake struggled to run away, but a force would not allow him. As the door opened, the smell of sulfur filled his nostrils and for the first time in his life, he felt regret.

"Hello, Drake. I knew I was going to be seeing you soon." A voice came from inside.

"Megan!" Drake yelled. "Noooooooooooooooooooo…"

evil laughter... I know you all probably are thinking "I still hate midnightwriter1898", but plz just read the next chapter and then you won't think that way any more...