Frustrated, angry, and confused with my thoughts moving through my head faster than a bat out of hell. I know there's two places I can go where all my troubles will all vanish, at least for the time being. The basketball court, or my music room. I storm into the music room, where papers lay scattered, and chords for guitars and microphones are jumbled. I plug my guitar headphones into my I-Pod, flip the switch on my amp, and grab the neck of my guitar and swing it up to my leg. After the short time it takes me to find a song on my I-pod, I'm picking away. My life disappears, all my problems are gone, and nothing else matters as my fingers slide up and down the steel strings. Next thing I know, I've been playing for an hour, and I think about what just happened. I snap back to reality, to realize that what I've been living in for the past hour was just a fantasy.

The year was 2081. There were many projects going on to help the earth, they couldn't be counted. The Earth was a total mess, but we still had the money to waste on $200,000 dollar cars, or better known now as placars. Cars that could fly, yet could still drive on land. The Earth was a total mess, and the USA was dominating other countries. Greed has taken over our lives. The government is controlling everyone, whether it be regular people, or celebrities. We had walked on mars,we had people living on the moon, and Osama was officially 6 feet underground. The world was in pandemonium.

Personal Narrative

I passed the ball and looked back at the clock. 3 and a half seconds left. I called for the rock back after my guy collapsed. I probably got the ball back with 2 seconds left. I was already squared and ready to shoot, so I rose up, and released the ball. "Get in. Get in," I thought to myself as the ball spun towards the basket. It seemed to stay up in the air forever, but I heard the buzzer start to ring a little after I touched back down. Next thing I knew, the ball hit the side of the rim and went straight down. I turned towards my bench with my fists clenched as my teammates swarmed. It seemed like it lasted forever, even though it was only about 15 ticks of the clock. When I went through the line, the other teams perspiring heads were down, with a look of adversiteyon their face. That was one of the greatest feelings of my life.