It was July 28th, 2014 on Earth. Steve woke up from his bed and got on his favorite turquoise shirt and blue jeans for a special occasion. It was Steve’s birthday. Now 18, he could barely keep himself from jumping on the walls. He ran up the old worn carpet stairs to the kitchen where he saw his mom slaving over the stove. It was his favorite breakfast meal, buttered pancakes carefully drizzled with syrup.


“Good morning Mom,” Steve said with enthusiasm. The birthday energy had finally hit him.


“I see you finally woke up,” his Mom said. “I was about to wake you up earlier but you were snoring like a pig.”


Steve looked down sheepishly while his mom was chuckling. “Well, you know I got it from Dad,” he replied. Even though he was joking, he choked a little while saying it. His Dad had died while serving the army in Afghanistan. His Mom and him now lived in Manhattan, Ks.


“Hey did you see the news, Steve,” his Mom asked. “They said that the weather is going to be hectic.”


Steve looked at his Mom and said, “Whatever. You know they’re never right.


“Just wanted to let you know,” his Mom said.


After breakfast, Steve headed down to Aggieville to go look at the shops. He walked down the paved road and passed many old stores. As he was walking down, all of the sudden the wind picked up. The sky started to turn grey and the clouds turn black. The plentiful trees started to sway faster and faster. Before he knew it, the rain was hammering the ground and falling on Steve like bricks.


I should have listened, Steve thought. “Help me! Please help me!” Steve looked up at the sky while he was shouting to see the sun being engulfed by a swirling blackness. It started to approach him and the Earth. “Help me someone! Hel…”
A man finally woke up to find himself on a strange new world. The grass was made out of blocks and so was everything else. Nobody like him was in sight and he was lonely. The only thing the man knew was, My name is Steve.