My New Year’s Resolution this year
is to turn sixteen years old. I tried
doing this last year, but I barely missed by one year. This year, I’m sure I can do it. I’m back, I’m hungry for retribution, and
I’ve learned from my mistakes last year so that I can achieve my goal this
year. I’m pumped. I know I can do this.
Last year, I wasn’t ready. I think the reason for my failure is that I
was too young to take on such a hard task.
This year I am much older and ready to give it one more shot. I only have one chance to achieve my goal: at
6:00 in the morning on June seventh. It
has to be exactly then, otherwise I’d cause a paradox and the planet would
implode on itself.
Turning sixteen is important to me
for many reasons. One of the reasons is
that it makes me grow up and become sixteen.
Once I am sixteen, I can drive around in a car. Now that I think about it, that is the only
reason turning sixteen is cool.
Of course, it is also necessary for
me to age, which is another reason I am determined to do this. I mean, if I don’t turn sixteen on June
seventh this year, will I ever turn sixteen?
How does that even work?
Last year, I told my friends about
my goal and they were all like, “You
will never turn sixteen. Ha haha
ha. What a fool to think that he can
turn sixteen.”
We are mortal enemies now. I must prove each and every one of them
wrong. I can’t wait to see the look on
their faces when I walk up to them on my birthday and show them my birth
certificate. Then I will rub it in their
faces and drive my car over them.
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