by Max B.
Time passes timers tick
He walked down the hall and looked at the clock on his wrist and then quietly scolded himself, looking at it wouldn’t make it go any faster.
She sighed at her timer it refused to go any faster. No matter how hard she stared it still counted down second by second “3 years 5 months, 13 days 5 hours 18 minutes and 29 seconds.” she stared at it harder willing it to speed up. When all of a sudden she felt someone bump into her.
“Sorry” he said willing himself not to look at his clock, instead he looked at hers and he couldn’t stay quiet. “3 years… that’ll be a while.” he mentally slapped himself; it’s rude to talk about the timers
“Yeah” she said feeling a little sheepish. “How long do you have?” it only fair.
“Quite a ways to go” he said looking down.
“How long” she asked irritated…it’s only fair. “I don’t like to talk about it” he said. There’s probably sixty or so years she’s heard about those with long timers. They are almost never happy maybe he needs a friend
Maybe he could be a friend
Time passes timer ticks
Its prom night and he and she decided to go…just as friends
He danced…badly so she led
She sang…off key so he took that lead
He and she laughed…loudly
It was fun
Later on a boat ride that the school scheduled for all prom attendees they almost kissed
She pulled away said “it feels like I’m cheating on my future soul mate”
He understood, he always would.
Later that night when he and she parted ways he looked at his timer…and once again sighed in disappointment
Unbeknownst to she too looked at her timer…every day she got a little bit closer
Time passes timer ticks
Exactly 3 years 5 months, 13 days 5 hours and 29 seconds from the day he and she first met she met her soul mate.
Exactly 2 days 1 hour 28 minutes and 43 seconds late he met her soul mate.
They all got along
The soul mate was quirky and kind and funny the soul mate was everything she wanted
He was happy for her and her soul mate.
Though he couldn’t stop looking at his timer.
Time passes timers tick no more.
Exactly 1 year 3 months 6 days 3 hours 13 minutes and 6 seconds after she met her soul mate they were married.
He was her best man…odd but they were a quirky crew.
He danced one last dance with her during the wedding.
Later he was approached by her soul mate.
“Hey man” said the soul mate.
“Hey” he said.
For a while there was silence just the pair standing sipping their drinks.
“Hey i have a question.” said the soul mate trying very hard to sound casual.
“shoot.” he said praying that the soul mate wouldn’t ask the question…
“How long do you have left on your timer?” the soul mate did in fact ask the one question he didn’t want to answer.
“A while.” he answered.
“How longs a while?” asked the soul mate with a smirk.
“Longer than most would wait.” he responded taking a swig from his beverage.
Later he watched them drive into the sunset and he looked at his wrist.
00 years 00 months 00 days 00 hours 00 minutes 00 seconds.
It hadn’t changed since.
4 years 8 months 19 days 3 hours 31 minutes and 35 seconds ago.
When he met her
This was the only time he looked at his timeless timer today
It was a good one
Time passes timers tick no more
This fan-fiction was submitted by Arlington Heights teen Andrew S. for his Right Brain challenge in our Summer Reading, Summer Doing challenge. Pretty creative!
Pokémon Inferno Red– Pt. 1
by Andrew S.
"Woof!" my Arcanine barked me awake this morning and I knew it was time to realize that it was time for another advent calendar… oops I mean adventure! I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door to find my friend Green. I ran past Route 2 and (yes, I looked both ways, mom) and sprinted toward Green’s house and rang the doorbell.
"Green!" I exclaimed, gasping for air.
"What…oh, hey Red!"
"Ready to find some new Pokémon!"
"Uh, sure! Where?"
"I’ve heard there’s a region just a few thousand miles east of here, called Jotta, or something like that." I wasn’t actually sure what it was called, but I knew it was something close to that.
"You mean Johto, right? Yeah, I’ve heard about it; I’m not really interested."
"You mean, you don’t want to catch Pokémon anymore?!" I yelled in shock as I ran out of her house at full speed.
I trudged home with my head hanging low. I jumped on my bed and thought. Pokémon was the best thing that ever happened to her! Why would she give it up now? Whatever, I thought. I guess I was alone on this one.
As I grabbed by backpack and left my hose, I forgot something. How was I going to get to Johto? I needed someone who had a plane. I guess maybe Professor Oak would have some sort of invention that could fly.
"Professor Oak! I need your help!"
"Who is it?"
"It’s me, Red!"
"Oh, hello there! What sort of help do you need?"
"I was wondering if you had some sort of air transportation that I could use to get to Johto," I explained.
"Hmm… Let me see… Nope, I’m afraid I don’t have any air transportation vehicles. But I think my friend Huey might have some. He’s a pilot, you know."
"Great! Where do you think I can find Huey?"
"I’m not sure. I do have his number though. I’ll try and give him a call."
As Professor Oak was calling Huey, I pondered. Please! Let this work! I really need to get to Johto!
I snapped back into reality. “Wha…what is it?”
"It’s Huey! There’s a problem!"