I took the liberty of add a little more but is basically the same thing:

Well here it goes.

  At that time I was in fifth grade (now I'm 26 years old)

I also know this from the creepypastas are often invented but this is something that happen to me many years ago and I feel like I have to confess or something. As I was saying, I was in elementary school, like any other normal day, and like any other day a colleague asked me for a rubber borrador. (I’m Mexican so in my country we call an eraser “borrador”.) If you want to imagine, it was a typical pink eraser, cubic, cheap and even with two of its points a little wasted, I remember on that episode of The Simpsons where Bart sells his soul to Millhouse. I remember it more for the funny/unexpected intro in the church where Bart... well see for yourself to refresh your memory:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4g-wx2Y_wg

And yes, as you may have thought, I decided to do what then seemed a little mischief and nonsense then I pronounced the words “I would give it to you if you sell me your soul."

He responded, "What?"

I said, "Yes, just sign to me a paper saying that you give me your soul."

Actually if someone proposed to me something like that I would definitely think before signing something, but bah! We were only a couple of brats in a time when Captain Tsubasa (Supercampeones in Mexico) was on Channel 5 and it was awesome. Dragon Ball was only a cartoon about a kid with tail and MTV was MTV. Anyway...

He said "Orale (it’s like saying : yes but in a fun way or like WOW depending on the context)".

Then, I rip a piece of paper and drafted the best that a ten year old boy could wrote and it was something like this:
"I (name of victim) give my soul forever to (my name) in exchange for a pink eraser"
Then I make him sign it with a redwood color. (With his full name of course)

The transaction was completed, I submit the rubber/ eraser to Jorge (George in your country, I also forget his Last name). This was the case; the truth is that I don’t know what happen to the sheet. I barely know what happen with the half of my colleagues in the elementary school and time just pass, until one day 2 years ago more or less I took my mother to Soriana (a grocery market that’s like HEB but more poor and more expensive) , to exit of the parking lot is opposite to some trash cans, a guy walks with very dirty clothes, about my height, do not pay much attention . On the way home my mom says suddenly, “How that kid went so wrong?"

- What kid?

-That chubby kid that was in the same classroom with you. Jorgito (Georgie if you like).

- What?

-In the elementary school-remember? He always dressed as Capulina in costume parties, he was such funny child. (for you Americans : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capulina)

-Aaaaaah yeah, what's up with him?.

-Well he was the man who was rummaging in the garbage right now

- .... (I give a look of disbelief to my mother)

-Right now we left Sor-

-Nah, was he?

Yes, it now was a well known junkie that you could find sometimes lying on the sidewalk or asking money for “medicaments”.

I see him from time to time prowling the streets, he is skinny as a branch about to break (knowing the fact that he was one of the fattest of the classroom, he even earned the nickname "THE MARRA" for pig kinda like Piggy of the Lord of the Flies), he is always staring at nothingness, dark circles are around his eyes, always brings the hand into a fist in your mouth like when you blow and you want to warm your hands in the cold.

This may not be as impressive in a country where one of five teens consume some kind of drug, but is the only one of my classmates in kindergarten, primary, junior high and even high school that I knew that sank to that level in the drugs, the truth is that his family was not perfect but in this town is well known when a family is very conflicting like if the father is a drunk or if the mother of someone is divorced etc. It’s a small town in Coahuila, what can I say? We have a saying : "if someone farts, everyone knows." What I'm trying to say is that I've seen way worse families that end up with screwed up kids, and vice versa.

Then sometimes ... sometimes ... I wonder.

Do I really have his soul? Even with the sheet missing the paper said specifically that his soul belonged to me forever binds us in a contract?

If you watched the episode of The Simpsons, you know what I’m talking about.

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