Too Much Happiness.

I sat there, in my chair, and stared in wonder at my creation. A smile suddenly had appeared on my face, as I realised the magnitude of my creation. I could achieve greatness, it was all in the palm of my hands, and I was going to hold it tight.

I suppose the whole thing had been an accident, for I had never intended to create such a thing, but what a thing to create. Since I was a very small child, I was always building things, and coming up with ideas. When I was four, I heard on TV that all atoms contained light, and so I realised they must contain heat, which is energy. I designed a machine that could be used for a car, by sucking in atoms; the machine could then split them, and take the energy out. Of course, I had no idea that the energy was so huge, it caused a nuclear explosion. The idea didn’t work for a car, but without realising it, I had made a nuclear bomb, at only four years of age. The same had happened with my new creation.

Has any one ever paid attention in art lessons? Remember how to change a 2D square into a 3D square. Well, if this is possible, then it must be possible to change a 3D square into a 4D square! I had recognised the fourth dimension. At the time I was trying to draw the fourth dimension for an art project, but what started on paper, turned into a small model, which then became a full size Time Machine!!!

An idea suddenly hit me. I travelled back in time, back to the 27th April 2003, the day that I turned ...

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An idea suddenly hit me. I travelled back in time, back to the 27th April 2003, the day that I turned 15. I was in year 10, and waiting my year 11 mock GCSE exams, and of course, my real GCSE’s, which I failed on before. It had worked, the time machine had taken me back to when I was just a kid. And what was more, I had changed appearance to what I used to look like, so I fitted right in. I then travelled to the days of my exams, sneaked the papers back to year 10, 27th April 2003. With the papers, I was able to work out the answers and cheat on all my exams, though being cautious to make a few mistakes to make no suspicion.

Having breezed through my exams, I would go to the future, copy down the lotto numbers, and then go back a week and buy a ticket. Eventually I lost count of the amount of times I had done it, but it was way over 400. Years passed, and I had all the money I would ever need, girls that loved me (or my money), and anything that would pass my fancy I would buy. If I wanted something I would click my fingers, and it would be done for me straight away. For you, this must sound like heaven, and it was: - eternal boredom. My life became pointless, and I began to get fat, and I realised that there was nothing that I could buy, except meaningful happiness. Too much of a good thing gets boring, so like a one-hit-wonder pop singer, I disappeared with the wind. Life was meant to be hard to keep us on our toes. I now lay here alone, with no one buy my side, and finished my life, while I still was sane. The fourth dimension was hidden for a reason, and I suggest you don’t go looking for it. I leave you now, as the rope tightens around my neck. One rock of the chair I stand on, and I am gone.

By Morgan Richardson