This choice: Nothing happens yet, but the next day he is considerably bigger • Go Back... “What?!” Jerome asked the dozen questioning eyes that stared at him from around the table.
Justin was the first one to speak. “You…you feel OK, buddy?”
Jerome looked at Justin strangely. “Why wouldn’t I feel OK?” he asked back.
“Well…it’s just that…” Justin started as he was too afraid to admit he had shot his best friend. Luckily, Dylan fills in that spot. “…He shot you!”
Jerome looks at Dylan, raises an eyebrow and looks back at Justin again. “What’s he talking about?!?” Then he noticed Justin still holding the strange toy gun in his hand. “You’ve shot me with that?!?”
“Yeah…” Justin replied.
“So what’s to worry? It’s a toy! Come on…nothing happened!”
“But a blue beam came out of it, shooting you in the chest!” Davy added.
“Well then it’s probably a very expensive, elaborate toy gun. Maybe it’s a laser pointer…who knows!” Jerome said as he didn’t understand why everybody was looking at him so strangely.
“So you’re really feeling fine then?” Justin asked one final time.
“Yeah, buddy! Nothing to worry about!”, Jerome said as he scooped up some more potatoes, “The dinner is really nice, Mrs. Smith! You’ve outdone yourself!”
“Why thank you Jerome, would you like some more gravy?” Debby said a bit blushing from the compliment. She dismissed the entire incident from happening and happily switched the subject of the conversation; as did everybody else.
Justin, however, wasn’t entirely sure if they should act as if nothing had happened. He looked one more time at the gun in his hands and got a bad vibe from it. “Let’s keep this one safe, for now…” he said to himself as he went inside to hide the gun in his room.
As he came back, the entire family was discussion the weather, sports, comics and everything else besides the shooting incident. They were enjoying their dessert when Justin decided to join again. He looked strangely at his best buddy, inspecting his entire body, especially his chest were the beam hit, but couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Maybe Jerome was telling the truth; maybe nothing is going on.
The family finished dinner when the evening started to set in; it became dark. Jerome, promising his mother that he would be back home before dark, said goodbye and left. Justin decided to go back to his room to catch up on some of his homework. In reality, however, he booted up his laptop and went online to search for any background information on the strange looking gun. He found a German website with a small picture of a similar looking gun. Some words in the text were “Kraft”, “Muskeln”, “wachsen” and when he Google Translated a piece of the text, he found out that the gun was developed during the Cold War in Eastern Germany to enhance German soldiers. The device was claimed dangerous and forbidden and was banned from the country. Few guns survived.
Justin scratched the back of his head as he looked at the gun. So if he understood the text correctly, the gun could give any human being more muscles and thus more strength. His best friend Jerome would experience gains in strength and muscle definition; he laughed at the idea. That would be absurd.
It was getting late, so he put the gun back in the box and placed it on the top shelf of his closet. Then he turned off his laptop, turned off the lights and went to bed.
The next morning, Justin’s alarm went off at 6am. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he slowly woke up. After a long, hot, refreshing shower he went downstairs for breakfast. His mother was already up, having prepared breakfast, and his father was in the shower. The twins and Amber were still asleep as they had to get up much later.
After breakfast Justin went back upstairs to pack his bag for the day. He only had three classes, so he could pack light. As he put the books in his bag, the box on the top shelf of his closet caught his attention. He decided, just for fun, to pack the gun as well. Just at that moment, the doorbell rang.
Justin ran downstairs, yelling that he’d get the door. When he opened, Jerome was there…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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