No Explanation
By Lukas Gordon
I really can’t understand why people make things seem so much bigger. Why didn’t Romeo just marry Juliet? Why did Ben Kenobi need to keep fighting Darth Vader? Why didn’t he just make a run for it and attack Vader some other time? It’s always why did and why didn’t. Why can’t it just be he did or she did? I do what I think is right, I just do what I want. Well I used to but now well… my story begins here. I was walking down the road to a seven eleven to get some potato chips. When I walked in I grabbed some barbecue lays like usual because down here everything you eat is garbage. The way I saw it was why travel 3 miles to get some gourmet natural potato chips when you can get something really cheap here. As I was ordering, I noticed that my bag was already opened but had been slightly resealed. Obviously the person who had opened it had done a bad job resealing it. I took it thinking that the person couldn’t have done too much to a bag of junk food and left the store. When I got home I poured the chips into a bowl and a curious sight met my eyes. It was a note. I took it out and read it and this is what it said:
67 SW Clinton St. 3:00 Am.
That was really weird! I thought at first maybe it was an advertisement but then another thing caught my eyes, OR ELSE! Man I thought, the advertizing business must be getting serious. Then I thought, maybe it wasn’t an advertisement but I’m not the nosy type, so I ate the potato chips. That night I couldn’t help but keep getting an urge to discover what that note meant, so my urge won against my common sense and at 3:00 Am I drove to 67 SW Clinton St. When I got there I discovered that I was right next to a dark alley. It wasn’t exactly my kind of place. Gas reeked through the area. I walked around the corner and what a sight to meet my eyes but… a cheery looking guy shouting “Congratulations you’ve won a tour Lay’s factory!” he said. I was disappointed; I thought I had closed in on a case or something. The guy gave me a card and said to arrive at Lay’s factory at 5:00 Pm. I got home and threw out the card. I don’t eat potato chips just so I can win a stupid tour to Lay’s factory. Then I had a thought, if I had not been so curious and over excited the possibilities I might never have gotten a free tour of Lay’s! Sometimes over exaggerating things is useful. The next day I tried something I had never done before, I entered the lottery. Chances of winning the lottery are definitely not very likely. I looked to see if I’d won the next day and I didn’t. It’s the thought that counts. With this new found ability I started to take advantage of it. I bought a beach house, watched a Shakespeare play which I had never done before, and I drove three miles just to get a gourmet bag of potato chips. I will never watch Hamlet again. It was possibly the most boring play I have ever seen in my life and that’s an accomplishment! What I realized is that life is a whole lot more fun when you don’t just do things with no explanation. That’s when I drove out to my beach house. I was going to take a break from the city life. Since I didn’t have experience with this sort of thing it turns out it was vacation time for everybody and there was no moment of peace on that beach for me. That’s why I spent most of my time in my beach house but it got loud there to. I decided to over exaggerate and microphone. I walked out to the beach, stood on a chair, and yelled into the microphone:
“Are you guys familiar with the term peace, do you have respect for anybody? I swear if I hear one more yelp, cry, or annoying sound I will bomb this beach and leave a smoldering crater in replacement!”
From then on I had the beach all to myself. One day after I had gotten back I was walking when a man pulled out a gun and said
“This is a stick up”
I didn’t have any money with me so I told him simply
“Sorry I don’t have any money”
Well, he didn’t believe me exactly so he put the gun to my head and told me that if I didn’t hand over the money at the count of 3 then he’d kill me. I used my over exaggerating. Hopefully this would work.
“If you shoot me then you will go to jail for life and your family, if you have one will perish. My ghost will haunt you and you will die alone in agony. You will be hated. Everybody will remember you as a liar, a murderer, a cheat, and a criminal. I suggest you take that gun away from my head” I said. Sure enough he ran away and the next day I learned he turned himself over to the police. Guess what, I got a reward for capturing him too. Turns out he was the NO.1 wanted criminal and I got 1,000 dollars just for scaring him. Can’t say I complained. I then decided to move away from the city and moved to Hawaii where I got an awesome house on the beach next to a pineapple tree. I entered the lottery and won 1,000 dollars more and guess what I did. I bought a personal airplane and named it The Exaggeration which was the best name I could think of. Basically because exaggerating was what had got me all this awesome stuff. I flew to New York and got on American Idol. I told the judges that if they didn’t let me into the finales contest I would scream at the top of my lungs and put them in jail for bribing. It didn’t really make sense but who cares, it worked. The only problem was that I couldn’t sing and that was bad. I decided to enter America’s funniest home videos with me trying to sing! So when I didn’t win American Idol I had a video of I failing and I entered it. Guess what? I won 3,000 dollars for entering a stupid video. Sometimes you wonder about why people get 3,000 dollars just by taking a video of them hitting themselves the head with a pole? Makes you wonder doesn’t it. Well who cares I won 3,000 dollars. Now I’m just deciding what to do with it. It was next day on the news that I heard a tsunami was coming. I saw the satellite pictures, I saw the reports, and I saw proof. I tried to get an airplane trip back to Chicago but my pilot had already made a run for it… with my plane. Now I was trapped, there were no airplane tickets, and I was right on the water. Every day it got closer and a sense of doom grew every day. I couldn’t sleep at night. I kept thinking I was going to die. Plus the word came out that I bribed the American Idol judges and no one liked me for that. 7 hours were left and finally realized what I needed to do. There were thousands of families trapped here and they needed to get out. There life was more worthwhile then mine. I used my money to buy helicopters and planes to get people out. I shipped about 2,000 people left behind off the island to safety. Then it came to 10 minutes. I watched the clock count down. TICK TOCK TICK TOCK! Then the time was out. I lay there in fear. I knew my hour was up. Then suddenly a broadcast came over that it was a false alarm and that there was no tsunami after all. I couldn’t believe it; I did all that for nothing. I was shocked. I gasped but no biggie. I was alone on the beach. I sat in my beach chair and I sipped my tropical smoothie. Ahhh life is good but I still need to get my 3,000 dollars back.