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Playing ill - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time there lived two little girls who where sisters. One’s name was Sarah and the other one’s name was Jade. They lived in a nice home and they where privileged to have nice Christian parents.   One afternoon the two sisters where bored. Their parents weren’t around and there was nothing interesting on TV so they didn’t know what to do but just endure the boredom as time crawled slowly by.   After hours of lazing around, Sarah proposed they play a game. Jade grimaced at the sound of that. She had already played every board game they had in the house that day and so the thought of playing a game only stacked more boredom upon her boredom.Sarah knew what Jade was thinking so she told her that this was a new game. She invented it herself.   That got Jade’s attention. Now she was curious to hear what Sarah had to say and the hope that her boredom trip was about to come to an end lit a smile upon her face.Sarah told her that the game is called: PLAYING ILL.   It is all about seeing how can pretend to be sicker that the other person.   Sarah and Jade started playing the game. They started roaming around their large house acting sick. They played it to perfection each trying to out do the other until the maid worried that they were sick and she got confused and totally afraid. She loved the kids dearly and feared for them like they were her own. She didn’t know how to drive so she wanted run to her cellphone and call an ambulance but then Sarah and Jade told her that they were only playing.The maid’s heart beat slowly returned back to normal. She then tells Sarah and Jade that she doesn’t like the game that they are playing, that apart from the fact that they almost scared her half to death; that they should know that pretending that something bad would happen has a way of attracting the bad thing and making it happen.   The girls laughed at her and said that she’s only being superstitious. They tell her that it’s only a game. After all, what about dogs who play dead all time and still live long in dog years. Besides, words cannot be that powerful they said. We are only saying we are sick and acting like we are sick, we are not doing anything that can actually make us sick like drinking germs or anything.The maid didn’t know how to respond to them. They had always been more educated than her even though they were just little kids, they were more eloquent than her.   However, the maid still gave one last warning and walked away.   The two sisters continued playing their game. They were having fun.   Many minutes passed and their parents still hadn’t returned home.   The time for them to eat came but they told the maid that they would not eat until Mummy comes back. They told her that she should call Mummy on the phone and tell her to hurry back home since they didn’t have cellphones themselves. This was because, they like many other people these days don’t have a land line phone in their home.   The two sisters ignored their hunger and went to lye down in bed. Soon they fell asleep.   When they woke up they saw their Mum. She apologized for being late and told them that they can come and eat their food now.   However, the two sisters felt woozy and they soon discovered that had lost their appetite.   “I don’t feel so well”, Jade said.   “Me too”, said Sarah.   Their Mum touched both their fore heads and Oh my gosh! they were burning up.   Apparently, AS A CHRISTIAN WHAT YOU SAY YOU HAVE AND ACT LIKE YOU HAVE IS WHAT YOU WILL GET. THAT IS HOW THE LAW OF FAITH WORKS.   The reason why Sarah and Jade shouldn’t have done what they did isn’t because of any superstitious reason, but it was because they were talking and acting in faith that they would get sick. There is a difference between playing a part in a play, a drama or a movie and just begin plain silly.
The End.

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