What was worse than your parents telling you that summer vacation was going to be a trip to Arizona? Well, they could go without me. The two nerds I always picked on at school had extended to me a peace-offering; a free trip to mars!
I couldn’t stand these two kids. They were the best two students of our fourth-grade class. They were so brainy that their show and tell was always some production about NASA. Imagine my surprise when Squid and Fatty, (I still can’t remember their actual names) approached me on the last day of school.
“Hey, Roger, we’re going to Mars tomorrow, want to come with us?”
“Really? Yeah! Hey…what’s so funny?”
“Nothing. Meet us here tomorrow morning at ten.”
Imagine my excitement the next morning as we sped on bicycles to Fatty’s garage where the blast-off was to take place. In the dim light of the dark garage I looked at the spaceship. My eyes narrowed.
“It’s a box. With the Flag drawn on it.”
“NASA is having us experiment with corrugation.”
“Oh, cool!” Who was I to argue? These two were the experts. They also informed me that space suits weren’t needed on account of some mumbo-jumbo space talk I didn’t understand. I was instructed to get in first.
I waited inside the space ship. Why did its floor feel like cement? Suddenly, from outside, I heard a countdown. “Hey, what’s going on?” I inquired. I heard the roar of engines as the man’s countdown continued down the numerical scale.
“The blaster’s preset is malfunctioning!” I heard Squid cry. “It’s going to take off without us!”
I didn’t want to go to mars by myself. I didn’t know how to get back. Now I wanted to go to Arizona. I began crying. “Make it stop, make it stop!”
“On no, pre-blast-off turbulence!” I heard from outside.
The ship was rocked from side to side, then, suddenly, I heard the words, “Blast off!” and the spaceship was pummeled all around, even from the top. I assumed it was from G-Forces, or something, but it felt more like fists and feet. I began to scream, when it suddenly stopped, noise and all. I heard a man yell,
“What’s going on here?”
The spaceship was lifted off me and an older version of Fatty was looking down at me.
I fled the garage, hopped on my bike, and sped home. Arizona turned out to be the best summer vacation I ever had. When school started,each time I crossed the path of Fatty and Squid, they would sneer at me. I didn’t care, as long as they kept their distance.