Chapter 3
"I looked and looked, but I saw no God." -Unknown
“Who’s room are we meeting in tonight?” Mark asked Jason one morning.
“Vi’s, I think,” Jason replied.
“What about me?” Violet asked happily running up behind them. They were all out in the backyard for a workout.
“They were discussing whose room we’re meeting in tonight,” Matt answered
“Vi’s room for sure,” Cory nodded.
“Talk later!” Richard shouted. “Now keep running!”
Three years had pasted, and nine-year-olds were nice to have around, or, so, that’s what Janet would say. Each of them was getting better, and the war was no where near an end. Colony 004: Jupiter had in the past year zapped Earth with the “Zapper059,” and a worldwide lightning and thunderstorm had hit. Colony 007: Neptune had not gotten any more water than Earth would give. 008: Pluto was still there with its freeze gun; lucky no one ever dared enter go there with armed ships. 002: Venus and 003: Mars hadn’t changed much. All in all everything was much the same. A new colony had formed, however. This colony was on friendly, yet rival-like, conditions with 001: Moon. On a moon of Jupiter lay the colony, 009: Callisto.
The rest of the day pasted as usual. After the workout was lunch, then it was time to study school things. After that was some training, and then dinner. Dinner was very quiet, for the children never spoke during it, only the Nickels. After dinner came learning how to plot plans, which was usually through Chess. Chess was the oldest game that mankind could remember. Chess usually took long, because, well, they were very smart children.
Janet would watch the games. “Open your eyes to see the passages and secret, and you shall win the game.”
“Check,” Violet said.
“Checkmate,” Jason replied.
“Time for bed,” Janet called.
Nine o’clock, the Nickels could be heard arguing downstairs. The Five could have passed an “A” on pretending to sleep. Eleven o’clock, the Nickels could be heard walking up the stairs to their rooms. Midnight, the four of the Five walk out of their room to Violet’s room.
“Hey, guys,” Violet whispered with a yawn, letting the guys walk in. She had set her alarm clock, and had only woken up ten minutes ago.
“If only we didn’t have a bedtime,” Cory mumbled, seating himself on a chair.
“If only they would let us have some time to ourselves,” Jason quietly said.
“On holidays they do,” Matt said.
“What strange holidays too. I’ve never heard of them before. Not ever!” Mark said. “Christmas? Passover? Easter? Hanukkah? Where’d they come from?”
Violet laughed quietly as the face Mark made. “We’ve learned about them, silly. Don’t you remember? They’re holidays of old religions.”
“No one believes in that stuff anymore! Do you really think there is a…a God?” Mark whispered loudly.
“Maybe if there was really a God, I would see my parents again,” Jason said. “Is God so cruel that he had to punish the innocent? Remember the first person in space? That Russian? ‘I looked and looked, but saw no God!’” (A/N: If anyone knows who that is, please tell me; I would like to know.)
“God isn’t around. Those beliefs are so old, that you wouldn’t believe! Humans found out that there was no God long ago,” Cory began. “There has been no proof of God; it was all the alien races. Miracles don’t happen! It’s all science.”
“There are still some believers out there. They are the ones who really want to rule over life, destroy aliens, and all that other shit,” Matt said. “You don’t happen to be one, do you, Vi?”
“Look, I didn’t mean to cause any arguments, so sorry,” Violet said, hoping to end the discussion.
“Answer the question, Vi! Are you a believer?” Matt said, grabbing Vi by the collar of her nightgown.
“Let me go,” Violet said calmly, but Matt only held tighter. The others stood, and watched this not interrupting. ‘They’re on his side,’ Vi thought. “Please, let me go.”
“Answer the question!” Jason growled, giving her a shove.
“Look, we’re all tired. Let’s just go to bed,” Vi said, pulling away from Matt.
“Answer the question!” Mark yelled, but not too loud.
“What if I am? What do you have against me? Are you saying I can’t believe?” Violet shouted.
“So, you are? One of ‘The Five’ is a believer? She’s a runt, an out cast!” Jason smirked.
Violet’s eyes began to fill with tears. “I never said I did believe.”
“You never said you didn’t either. I told you before believers have caused a lot of trouble in ages past,” Matt said.
“Such cruel people. Why can’t we accept others? Why can’t we just all be happy? Forget the war! Forget God! Forget all the worries, and just get along! Why?” Violet laid on her bed and cried.
“Weakling, but you’re still a child of a ‘random mother.’ The Peace-Queen is always crying during one of these meetings,” Mark cruelly remarked.
Mark, Matt, and Jason left the room. Cory stayed, and watched Violet cry. After a couple of minutes he spoke. “You seem really stressed these days. Don’t listen to them. They don’t know anything. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’ll listen. Maybe you should rest tomorrow. I’ll tell the Nickels you’re not feeling well.”
“Why? You’re not a believer either, but the Nickels are, haven’t you noticed? Why don’t they laugh at the Nickels?”
“The Nickels are older, and there are rumors that they have listening devices around listening to our meetings.”
“There is. See that spider-web in the corner? See the spider? They’re listening, and they always have. They know everything; they are the gods in this house. Let them be.”
Cory nodded, “’Night.”
This chapter was written for A) Charter development and B) Knowing what the times are like now. This chapter was not written for A) Religious discrimination and/or B) Promoting Religious discrimination. I’m, personally, an Atheist (meaning I don’t believe in God.) However, that doesn’t mean I don’t accept what others believe in.
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