I always had a fear of lightning ever since it killed din-din the rat. That rat would come every day to snatch my last bit of food. He was my only friend and business partner. he was my business partner because people would laugh at me as I chased the little bastard. That had been my daily routine since I was three.

  Imagine the only person you talk to is struck by lightning with your last bit of burger in hand.

  5-year-old me was traumatize, I could speak nor think any words.

  From that day onward I was so scared of lightning that I praised the news reporters because they were my only saving grace from my other worldly opp.

  To say I was surprised that what killed me was the man-made version. I mean, who would have thought a live power line could drop on me by just walking to my garbage truck interview.

  Now all I can think about is how bad my stationary life has been. My life has consisted of this street and that street. I've never been out of town. heck all I know is a few streets I bring may DIY make a home kit.

  No one really cares for orphans, because why take a kid off the streets when you can have your own with the help of machinery magic.

  Now that I think about it, I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A NOMAD.

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  meanwhile somewhere in the heavens

  "SIR" the little angel screams at a tall man with long red hair. The man's face is laced with authority; their eyes tell a story of kindness and courage.

  The man speaks no words, just looks at the little angel as if to say continue. The angel dose just that and begins to tell the man about the 15-year-old girl. when the angel stops the man says, " bring the child to me I want to have a chat with her."

  The angel fly's out the room bumping into the doorway or the way out. The man relaxes in he's chair and begins to think about the next 500th nomad he is going to place in he's favorite world.

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  I thought being dead an all I would never feel motion again, but here I am getting dragged by some tiny angel through what seem to be some kind of colorless but comforting void.

  It makes the little angel look like the only thing here. It makes it more noticeable when they look like they're really struggling to pull me along. I would move but none of my body wants to follow my command.

  It took a while, but we're finally here .... Wherever here is.

  In front of me stand's a big gray building. there's no windows, no doors, just a rectangle of a building. While I'm looking at the building the angel goes inside by just fazing through the wall.

  It must have done something because I start to float in the air.

  The closer I get to the building the more at ease I feel. something pulls me into the building before I can begin to scream.

  Inside the building is a tall red-haired man who look down on me and says " welcome nameless child I'm your new god. and you're my new champion."

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