Slamming my desk drawer shut, I whirled around to see my friend gawking over another stupid football player at our dumb college. Who cares about the Rose Bowl anyways, we have to be studying right now! Frankly, I care about my degree for once in my life, not some stupid game where warm zombies slam their prone bodies into each other for sport, like some arena in ancient Rome! But, to each his own, I suppose. Either way, I vouch to leave the situation, exiting down and out of the lines of classrooms, going against the splintering grain of students, and out for lunch. There was a nearby Starbucks that my body demanded I go to all the time, which of course, I naturally flocked to, only to see more fans, more everything I hated. Sighing, I left back to the local Burger King, tossing my jacket over my shoulders for added protection, when it happened. Seemingly out of the concrete wall, a figure in a black hoodie appeared, near an alley to my left, and touched my shoulder. Flinching, I stepped back, as the hood unfurled, revealing stunning red hair, spiked up to the top, watching me with green eyes. 

"We need your help again," his gruff voice asked me, as I folded up into the fabric lining of my winter coat.

Looking around, I ducked down the alley, and sat on an old crate, watching him hand me a small notebook and pen. "What's the trouble, Victor?" I asked, folding the paper between my fingers.

"The C.I.A. needs to have you make sure a certain target," he handed me a slip of paper with an identity, "At the college doesn't make it to the game tomorrow."

"What,"I crossed my legs,"Is the mark a terrorist or something?"

Shaking his head, he explained. "No, to the contrary, he'll be killed tomorrow in the bathroom, if he uses it, at the stadium."

"This is new," I crossed my arms as well, "I'm not usually the type to protect, you know?"

"I do," my informant nodded, "But, you have to."

"How?"

"Well," he began to walk off into the distance behind me, "You do have a way about you. Bye for now, Alice."

Great, now I have to use my seductress skills to keep some jerk from dying tomorrow. Nice one, Victor, nice one. 

I have no idea what this is or where it is going, but I hope you enjoyed. 

Whatever you do in the world,

Will be insignificant.

You can sugar coat it if you want,

Say that its not true.

But one day there will be no one left,

To remember me or you.

You can be a famous singer,

Like Beyonce of Jay-Z,

Or a nobel prize winner,

Like Albert or Humphrey.

It all doesn't matter.

Ashes are just ash.

Will the world end in ice?

Or in a red hot flash?

The point of this poem,

Is not to make you sad,

But to tell you to enjoy your time,

And stop being so mad.

Stop worrying about little things,

Release all that stress and dread.

Don't worry about that broken glass

Or your messy unmade bed.

Enjoy life.

Smile at the sky.

Laugh when something is funny,

And enjoy the wild ride.

His dark hands.

Her throat.

Light dims

as he chokes

her light out

From within.

It's time for the end

But before I leave

I get to have a final meal.

What'll I have?

I wonder...

Ah!

I'll have a golden apple.

Just one is enough.

I'm a genius, aren't I?

With this golden apple

My last meal

Won't be my last meal.

Ahhhh, my brain trembles.

I'm so smart and clever.

With this meal over

Let's get on to the main event.

It's showtime boys.

Hm? Last words?

"See you later." :)

zap zzz crack zap zzz crack

...

Hello again!

It's me

I'm back!

Or rather, you guys never got rid of me.

Normal isn't real.

You are unique.

Be yourself.

Be happy.