Note From Amy

 

 

It was 2,037, and I, Amy, was sitting in my bedroom shopping.  I saw a pair of high heels, gross, I saw a mini skirt, gross, I saw a pair of jeans, hmmm, maybe I would buy that.

    You are probably very confused right now.  I was shopping with my T.V.  I went to this special station (like a website on a computer) and with my voice, saying, “next,” I would flip through things and go “shopping”.  

I said, “Buy,” I waited about three minutes and then the doorbell rang.  I ran down stairs, grabbed the remote control to open the door, and opened it.  There was the mailman, Greg.  He stepped in and announced, “Package for Miss Amy Hamilton.”  

I grabbed the package and ran back up to my room.  I flipped through more of the T.V. stations till I got to the news station.  

There, the reporter was in the middle of saying, “…is thinking of building an elevator to Mars.  It will be very long and hard and it will take about three years to build… BUT, it will be very fortunate if they do build one because as you know there is still Global Warming on our planet, and they have found life on Mars, so if there comes a time that the world is going to end, we will use that elevator to go to Mars.

“And that folks, is all for today.  

“When we come back more news on the elevator, is it definite, or not?”    

I flipped off the T.V. and just sat there, thinking.  “An elevator, wow.”  And it would be even cooler if I could be the first one to go on it.  Of course though, whoever built it would have to test it and make sure it was safe first.”

 

THREE YEARS LATER

    It was 2,040 and I was watching the news.  

“This is so boring.  Everyday I watch the news and all it is, is, ‘A rocket has just been launched,’ or ‘David E-Hatchet has just been arrested for trying to vandalize a car while the owner of the car was still inside of it.’ ”

 I flipped through some more of the stations: Shrek 5, nope, already seen that My Sweet Sixteen (starring Kelly Hecktail), NO, I hate that show. Flip, flip, flip, still nothing.  

I was flipping through the stations so long that I came back to the news station.  The reporter had just been saying, “And, after three very long and hard working years, the elevator from Earth to Mars has just been built.  If you reach there within or before 24 hours you will be able to ride to Mars in an elevator.  Though I warn you that it takes five days to get to Mars in the elevator and if you don’t want to be in an elevator for five days don’t even bother showing up.  Though, if you do want to go on this free elevator ride, it has a built in hearing device that does what ever you tell it.  Like if you ask for some French fries, it ahs a small chute, and if you wait at the end of the chute you will get delivered a large boat of French fries.”  

    I flipped off my T.V. and called to my mom through the intercom.  “Mom,”  

“What,” my mom replied, in an annoyed voice.

“Can we go, like right now to the elevator that’ll take us to Mars?”  

“Why?”  

“Because, wouldn’t it be cool to go on an elevator to Mars?  And if we get there fast enough, we might even be the first people to step onto that elevator.”

“So?”

“Mom, haven’t you been watching the news,”

“Yeah. So?”

“And, if you go on the ride that new hearing device could give you a beautiful new manicure,”

“Ok, I’m in, If it involves manicures,” my mom yelled back.  Then she added in a low voice, “And if you’re going to keep nagging me.”

    A half an hour later we were packed and on our way to Atlanta, Georgia.  It was a long ride, and we had to stop about a half a million times to go to the bathroom because my mom drank like a million sodas.

    Then, to my surprise when we got to the place we were going, it was deserted except for about 20 security guards who were surrounding the entrance of the elevator.  

I jumped out of the car and for one heart stopping moment I thought that everybody had already gone onto the elevator and that my family, and me, were the last people, when a guard walked over to me, cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice, “Congratulations, you are going to be the very first person to set foot on this elevator.”  

I was dumbfounded, I didn’t want to believe it, and I couldn’t believe it.  But deep down inside, I had to. I did believe it.  I ran to the entrance - the guards jumped away - stepped onto the elevator, waited for my family to come, pushed the GO button, and was off!

 

10 YEARS LATER

    It is 2,050, I am 26, I have come back from Mars now.   It was horrible.  I never want to go there again.  (Even if Hell freezes over).   It was nothing like I thought it would be.  I thought there would be all this fantastic stuff. But there wasn’t anything cool, just a stretch of land that looked like boiling mud.

    I have invented a kind of shoe that you can fly with.  Everywhere I go I see kids using them and paparazzi can’t get enough pictures of me.  

    I have bought a big mansion and I am now the richest person on Earth.