1/1/2029

Dear Future,

        Some people just annoy me. A great example is that kid who I stood up for.

When I left the fast food place, I could hear the brat yelling about "IT'S NOT A NECKLACE!!!"

I then bolted into the mob of people surrounding me so that he couldn't follow me. Next, I started scanning the place for a decent-looking hotel. In a city like this, that wasn't too hard.

              I quickly fond a hotel and sauntered in. People stopped to stare at me as checked in. I glared at the residents who were looking at me with confused looks on theire faces.

I strided up the stairs to the top floor (the elevetor was broken) when I collided with a boy who looked about my age, maybe older. I fall down hard on my back, splattering my milkshake on my shirt and face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the boy exlaims, holding out his hand to help me up. "That was completely my fault!"

"It's fine," I reply, grinning at him. "It's better than being lied to and having your life rui-" I just realized what i just said.

The boy's big green eyes gazed at mine. "Oh. I- I sort of know how you feel."

I took a closer look at him. His clothes were sort of midevil with pinkish curly hair which was sort of cute. Besides that, I loved his emreald-green eyes. They reminded me of my sister's.

Before I have time to ask him how he could  relate to me, a boy with spiky yellow and brown hair, redish eyes, and a scar running down one eye walks up to us with his arms crossed and glaring at us. "Micheal!" he barks. "Stop just standing here and get busy! Mop the floor or something! Chris and I are hard at work and what are you doing? Oh, nothing!"

"Well ecsuuse me, but he was actually showing me to my room, for your information." I snap back at him. I  continue before he can reply. "I just happened to trip on the terrible-looking carpet and he was hleping me up. Also, you have very bad service.  I had to climb up eleven flights of stairs. I bet that elevator has been broken for at least a month now. Am I right? Hm?"

I was nose-to-nose with this older boy now, glaring at him.

"Oh. Um, sorry Micheal. I, um, didn't know." He mumbled and ook a step back. "Well, for your information, that elevator has only been broken for 29 days, not counting today." With that, he turned around and marched away.

I grinned and turned around to face Micheal, who stared at me wide-eyed. "Um, thanks." he finally says afer about 3 minutes.

 "No problem." I finally walked into my hotel room and now I'm writing this.  I don't think I have much more to say. I think I'm going to take a nap now.

                                                                        Sincerely, 

                                                                                          The (sleepy) past