The room was stuffy, holding the heat the penetrated through the open window hostage, and causing perspiration to appear on the eyebrows of the students. In the noisy room filled with sweaty, twenty first century adolescents not so eager to learn the lesson presented before them int his class. Any moment, the guest speaker should be coming in, ready to push the beliefs of Mormonism on this new, headstrong generation.

Finally, after a wait that almost matched the wait for the last episode of Madness, the guest speaker steps through the door, bowing at the teacher and wearing a smile on his face. Yes, you recognize this man as Ara-Om Jessik, however he is much younger at this point in time. Dressed in his signature all white dress shirt, the class can notice two large sweat stains, emanating from under his arm pits, naturally. Exhilarated, he doesn't put any thought to the notion, despite the callous snickers from the teenagers.

"Pleasure to meet you all! My name is Ara-Om Jessik, and I'm from the Church of Latter Day Saints! As a required portion of the curriculum, I'm here to teach you of the plight of the Mormons to the Promised Land! Now, how many of you knew that the Promised Land mentioned in the Book of Mormon is actually right here, under our feet?"

The smile on his face didn't once dim or fade at any point of that spiel. The unamused, unimpressed crowd all raise their hands in unison. Being on the Promised Land meant that fact getting mentioned 24/7. They couldn't forget that even if they wanted to.

"Wow! Do you guys know who it was that God spoke to, and revealed the ancient tomes that bind our third testament?"

One of the students, a freshman with long, black hair raises his hand. Jessik jumps back a bit, seeing the blood red pentagram that illustrated the student's black t-shirt. Nevertheless, he points to the kid, who answers immediately with more than a tinge of sarcasm.

"That one bitch John Smith, or something?"

"Wrong, Joseph Smith. You kids do indeed have a lot to learn!"

All as one, the kids groan; realizing that the sarcasm had gone over his head so fast, you could swear that there was an apple atop it.

"Joseph Smith was a man who God had spoken to, and God told Joseph to dig up these ancient golden plates that were buried under a tree in his backyard for centuries, millennia even!"

"How does that even make sense? God just decides; 'You know what? I'm going to pick right now of all times to tell this guy that there's ancient religious tomes made of solid gold sitting right outside his house. Not tomorrow, not yesterday, but right now."

The same black haired student said, relaxing back in his desk. Satan just radiated off of him, so much so that Peter Gilmour would cry in jealousy and Unknown Soldier would be all like "Daaaaaaaaaaaamn."

"Now now, Satan McUnholypants; I wasn't finished talking! As I was saying-"

"As you were saying; Mormonism is stupid. HAIL SATAN!"

The class bell rings, and the students all quickly gather their belongings and scurry out the door and into the halls. Ara-Om follows, not wanting to have a repeat with the next class. If they didn't want to accept Mormonism after being presented it, or wanted to critique the logic (what logic? It's a religion. I mean, who really thinks Satan is anything more than a goat whose fur is red? Not me, that's for sure!) behind the path of righteousness that converting to Mormonism leads you to, then why should it bother him?

Still, the sting of the kid's words persisted despite his best efforts at blocking it up. Walking through the sea of students desperately trying to get to their classes and not get heatstroke in the process, he takes a right when he enters the main hallway of the school and continues to the door, pushing it open as he approaches.

Walking through the doorway and out of the school, the temperature on the outside was a much needed relief. Feeling as though it had just dropped twenty or so degrees on the transition, Jessik sighed. Looking down at his right hand, he had realized that his copy of the Book of Mormon, which he had held onto for so long that he literally forgot he was, was still clenched in his hand.

Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out his super awesome Nokia Brick and begins dialing a number. It rings once and immediately is answered.

"Hey, Arville?"

He begins to walk off, out of view of the school; continuing the conversation with his partner as the scene fades to black.