In Just 7 Days


In Just Seven Days

© 2006 Cheryl Lassiter

Seven days ago, I blundered into the worst mess of my life.

“God, I hate you!” my sister shrieked when she saw what I had done to her senior class science project. The thing was growing, with no way to stop it.

The whole universe, it seemed, knew that the project was my sister’s ticket into the Olympian Academy (to which my own application had been earlier rejected). I admit I was jealous, but I swear on a stack of bibles that I didn’t intentionally set out to sabotage it. Things just got out of control…y’know?

“Wait until your father comes home,” my mother warned. “I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t ground you for eternity.” Blue sparks flew from her lips, a sure sign that she was mad as hell. “Did you ever stop to think, even for the tiniest eon, about the consequences of your actions? About the mess that you’d be creating?”

“No and no,” I mumbled sullenly, looking for the nearest black hole to crawl into. “I didn’t mean to do it. I just wanted to show you and Dad that I’m as good as Sis.”


 That was yesterday, and I’ve had plenty of time to think about what I did. I know it was wrong; I know I should be punished for it. Still, I never expected them to react the way they did. Overreact is more like it. You see, seven days ago I accidentally created Heaven and Earth and, now, nobody will talk to me.