By Breanna Workman
From the Buena Vista High School literature magazine, Persona, Jan. 2012.
June 16, 1947
Well, that’s it. I’ve really messed up now. There’s no way around this one. I might as well commit social suicide. You see, I was minding my own business on the main deck of our grand Mother Ship 889. (I know that technically we’re not allowed up there, but I needed to give my second cousin two times removed his birthday present because it’s bad luck if you miss gifting someone their present on the exact minute of their birth. So there, Captain Yillofilanthropaster, there’s a perfectly good explanation and excuse). Anyway, there I was and then, out of nowhere, came this blip on the screen. I took a quick look around, and saw that no one was there. So, naturally I took it upon myself to check the monitor. The green blip was getting closer and closer to the red blip!