If you had an opportunity to live forever in an eternal heaven, but you had to do pain staking work fifteen hours a day, every day for twenty years would you do it? Well, for the people of Sorno, a small village on the island of J.G.W; named after the initials of their God in the religion Sndos, that is each and every one of theirs final goal. 

Jason and his brother Elliot live in a small house on the outskirts of the village, Both their mother and father had reached life shortly after they were born so they were forced to raise them selves since infantry. 

“Dude! Turn off the pan or the eggs are gonna burn!”, yelled Jason at his younger brother. 

Elliot was not the brains of the family to say the least, Jason was getting close to reaching life and was very worried about his brother’s ability to follow in the five days time that he would be alone. You see, Elliot and Jason are whats known as week twins. Week twins are two children that are both born from the same mother, but between a day and a week apart. This birth malfunction is caused by the over consumption of kale on J.G.W. If a pregnant mother ate too much kale during pregnancy, she ran the risk of birthing week twins. 

“Sorry Jason, I was daydreaming again,” said Eliiot with a shy but delightful tone. 

“Ugh, again? That must be the tenth time this month that you have almost left us with no breakfast for a long work day.” Said Jason as he vigorously  brushed out the nots from his long curly hair. 

“You’re right, I’m very sorry brother, I just can’t help but think how amazing it’s gonna be to spend eternal life with you, mom, and even dad! I mean if I’m being honest I could go another twenty five years without meeting dad because you are basically my dad!” 

“You are the biggest wuss ever, you know that right? I’m only five days older than you, yet sometimes I feel like its five years,” said Jason in an extremely annoyed tone. “Now come on, we have to leave for work, we are so close to eternal life and I’m not gonna be late because my brother can’t even cook an egg.”

When Jason and Eliiot got to work they saw their friend Tim, Tim is fifteen years old and still has a long ways to go before he reaches Life. 

“You excited?”, Tim asked Jason as he loaded a bag of jules onto the wagon.

“Yes, I’m very exited, Eternal life has been my dream for longer than I can remember!” exclaimed Jason in response to Tim’s question. 

“Thats awesome!” said Tim with a delightful tone, “im very excited for you, and of course i'm excited for you as well,” said Tim as he looked at Elliot. “You know, if you don’t sleep in and miss work one of the days that Jason is gone,” Tim said with a chuckle. 

Elliot didn’t even here him. He was busy being zoned off as Tim loaded the last bag onto the wagon. 

The next five days were similar to this one, fifteen hours of pain staking work, while chatting about eternal life with time. Finally, the day came. It was time for Elliot and Tim to say goodbye to Jason. He had finally got the last stamp on his Life Card, and was now eligible to cross through the gate onto the path up the mountain where he would be accepted into the eternal heaven, known as Life. 

“I’ll see you in five days time!” yelled Elliot as Jason walked towards the gate.

“See ya in a couple years!” yelled Tim at Jason. 

Jason couldn't here them though, after you pass through the gate, the guards blind fold you, and plug your ears for the easy, yet long walk up the Life mountain, to the top where Life Tree stood bearing its golden and glossy Life apples. Everyone in the village loved to here from the guards about the the Life apples, mountain and tree. It made everyone's excitement to reach the eternal heaven that much more vigorous. 

Five days passed, most likely the hardest five days of Tim’s life. This is because of Elliot. Everyone loves Elliot but he simply just loves to do things the wrong way so to speak. He is constantly day dreaming and asking unnecessary questions as well as being curious with everything. Tim had to always keep him on track and make sure he got all of his work done each day. 

Finally, Elliot was given his last stamp and was eligible to go through the gate and make his way up the Life Mountain. He said goodbye to Tim, and the gave his card to the guard standing in front of the gate.The guard covered his eyes with a silk rag and filled his ears with some fort of foam plug. 

This marked the start to what would be the hour and a half long walk up the mountain. Before left the guard had told him not to mind any sounds he would hear when he reached the top. He was told that the sounds were simply the magic of the Life Apples. Once he got to the top he started to here the sounds and the light of the apples shown through his silk covering. He had been specifically told by the guard not to take off the silk and to simply grab an apple and take a bite to reach Life. He was overfilled with joy, he couldn't believe that he was finally going to see his mom, dad, and again see Jason. There was one thing wrong, the sound was still bugging him and no matter how badly he wanted to listen to the guard, he took his silk cover off right as he bit into the apple.  

The Apple that he had just bit into wa red with a gold light on the top making its image from behind the silk look as if it was a glowing golden apple. He looked up to see a pit with what looked like thousands of dead body’s laying there. At the top he saw Jason, or what looked to be a pale, almost lifeless version of him. Jason cried out to Elliot with dying breathe, “It was all a hoax,”  but it was too late, Elliot was already falling to his death. 

Nate noticed the sun start to go down. He must of sat beside mason’s grave more then five hours he thought. No food, no water. A pit in his stomach from hunger felt like darkness itself eating away at his flesh.  His head hurt. The pain was unbearable. He had got a level three concussion in the car accident that took his best friend from him. Oh mason, why you? He thought. Why not me? he punched a tree with all his might and cried out as bark dust covered blood dripped onto his black unbuttoned suit. He looked up at the tree, contemplating bashing his head into it until he would be just as dead as mason. He fell down, his back scraping against the bark scratching him. He couldn't stand any longer. He sat there, staring at the sun set, the salty taste of tears falling over his lips. He hated himself for killing mason. He shouldn't have kept drinking that night, he knew he would have trouble driving. The sound of his dad’s old red chevy truck banging into the lamp post ran over and over in his mind. He could have bought an uber. They could have slept at Tracy’s. Why did he have to get in that truck and drive. No energy left in his body, he continued to glare into the yellow sunset.  He didn't get it, why could a world with such beauty have to have such pain as well. 

Wind pushes Saint’s tears back into his eyes instead of allowing them to trickle down his cheeks as tears tend to do, but he didn’t care. He was perfectly fine having no vision of what lies in front of his old tires. The whoosh of warm, North Carolina summer air pushes his hair back revealing his forehead. He loves this bike. The only thing he had to remember his mom by, well besides Gretta. Oh Gretta, how much he would have loved to pluck her sweet strings instead of working another job that his father forced him to apply for. Just for him to get fired three weeks in. God, his dad was definitely gonna kill him this time he proclaims to himself. He honestly doesn't think he can take another of his dad’s drunk belt whoopings. Maybe he’d rather accidently bike into the road anyway. Put him out of his misery before his dad would. No, he decides. He can’t. He  won’t. He has to keep pushing. He doesn't care if he gets a million whoopings. One day everyone from teenage girls to old wrinkly men will chant his name as he sings up on stage. Thousands of people paying to see him sing and passionately strum Gretta’s strings. 

“AHHH!” a girl yelled. Saint panicked, swiftly wiping his eyes, only to reveal the scared shitless face of Sailur Hawkins. She was by far the cutest girl in the twelfth grade. Her golden curls shimmering in the sun; pulled back behind a light blue plastic head band with a tiny yellow plastic rose on the top left corner. Even in fright, seeing her that close up was still the most beautiful thing Saint had ever seen. His mouth wide open in shock he turned the handle bars like his life depended on it. Which it probably didn't considering there was a thick grass that lay on both sides of the thin and fancy downtown Faris side walk. Either way, running into Sailur on his red, clunky and chipped bike was by far not the introduction that he would have hoped for. Now, don’t get the wrong idea here. Saint was by no means an ugly guy. Many might even describe him as quite a looker. He wasn't built by any means, but he was naturally veiny in his arms with broad shoulders often accentuated by slightly small band tee-shirts. He stand’s just shy of 6 feet with long legs fitted in old jeans and his one pair of navy blue vans. His hair dirty blonde, almost grown down to his glowing blue eyes. A strong jaw that made him appear older than he was. If a stranger saw him they might think he’s in his early twenties rather than almost eighteen. 

Just in the nick of time, Saint was able to turn his bike away so his front tire would not run into her. A valiant effort, but not fast enough to prevent the crash as a whole. In a few seconds that seemed to last a lifetime, Sailor was hurled onto the ground. Saint came shortly after, draped over her with one arm on each side of Sailur’s head.

 “Ow you’re pulling my hair Jerk!” Sailur yelled at Saint.