The Story of My Life
Katie
It wasn't as though I hadn't thought of it before. Of course I'd thought of the one thing everyone was scared of; the end of the world.
Thousands of years ago, the Mayans predicted the end of the world to be December 21st, 2012. Well, they technically didn't predict it. Their creepy accurate calendar just happened to end on December 21st, 2012. And, for some reason, that lead millions to believe that they thought the world was going to end on this date.
What a load of shit.
My best friend, Emma, and I never fully believed that it would happen. Sure, we thought about it, and, honestly, we were a bit scared. But we always kinda expected it to be false. We used to sit in the woods for hours, talking and breathing out marijuana smoke. The weed helped control us. It kept us from feeling too much; something we both hated.
It was one of those days that we decided to bury ourselves. Not literally, of course; we wanted to keep a time capsule. We wanted to bury bits of ourselves in a cigar box (incased by a metal box with a lock) in the ground. And in case the world didn't end, kids in the future could dig us up.
We wanted to be known in the future. We wanted people to know who we were at this very moment in our lives. Because, if we didn't do this, we would be nothing but ashes and dust; there would be no memory of us, of our hopes, our fears. We would be nothing but ashes and dust.
Emma and I don't want to be ashes and dust.