Debate raged in Luke’s mind throughout the night. An angel sat on one shoulder, the devil on the other, each one arguing their points back and forth like in an old Bugs Bunny cartoon. The problem, Luke had no idea which one was which. Tormented by an inner demon and a conflicted soul, Luke saw no end in sight, he closed his eyes and begged to find a way out.
What did the phantom mean? Would he turn on his brother and sever family ties forever? That seemed unlikely now. Yesterday was the big test and final exam, he didn’t pass with flying colors. Luke received his grade. He failed with a big fat red “F” circled on the top of his paper.
Robby’s bedroom door was open on the way to the shower, he was still asleep and snoring loudly. He’s probably passed out. Luke shook his head, growing annoyed. He’ll never change.