My story

On the way to the ice cream stand, I died. Okay, ran over, actually, but died just about sums it up. The ice cream stand was across the road from my school. "Hey, want an ice cream? It's on me!" I asked my friends, Rosie and Po. They told me what they wanted, and I started jogging across the road, my mouth watering at the thought of a strawberry double serve, with chocolate sprinkles and a flake...
A red car, swerving from the corner, out of NOWHERE, could I mention, came at me. I stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights. I know, I should have run. But I couldn't. The cars tyres screeched, trying to stop, but failing. You know how they say before you die, your life flashes before you? Well, it doesn't. So a word of advice, enjoy life when you can. Anyway, the car hit me hard, and I went flying. Everyone was screaming and it was chaos. Of course, I wasn't part of all the drama, because my soul was already leaving my body and floating up.
Heaven isn't that great. The food is pretty bad, and the showers smell like feet. But, on the plus side, the people there are awesome. I mean, who knew that angels had to clean their wings, too? No wonder they take so long in the showers. Or that God was actually a really funny guy? But I wasn't in Heaven to live forever. I was just there until my trial, that would determine if I would go to Hell, or stay in Heaven. I'd heard stories about Hell. I did not want to go there. This was a good time to pray- not for my life, which was already gone, but my soul.