The Chest
	I was walking along the beach one day, I really don’t know why. I was bored as hell, I guess. The sand was cold when it surrounded my bare feet. It was a nice day, nice and cool was the wind as well.
	My hands were in my pockets, which were instantly pulled out as I saw a small box sticking out of the sand. I quickly jogged over to it to see what treasures lay inside. And, of course, with my luck, the box was locked.
	This really pissed me off. I mean, are you freaking kidding me? I find this probably gold mine of treasure just jutting out the sand waiting to be found by the first person who happened to walk by, which, in this case, was me! This is ridiculous!
	I mean, I swear, if I was any other person in the world, any other person, the box wouldn’t be locked. I’d stroll on down to it, “Oh, hey, look it’s a box! I wonder what’s inside. Let me have a look!” Then I rip the stupid box straight out of the sand and into the air. Then I open it up and find some really old jewelry and coins inside, probably worth millions.
	But no, the box is locked. What do I even do with this thing? I mean, I could take it home with me and put it on a shelf. Then people would come over and look at this beautiful, hand-carved chest sitting there, looking ancient as hell, and they’d be like, “Yo, what the hell is in that chest over there?” And I’d be forced to respond, as I would be with every person that came over with something like, “I have no idea, it’s locked.”
	This is crap. This whole situation is garbage. I wish I’d never even found this damn box. It’s just sitting there, taunting me. It knows that it’s very valuable and worth a fortune. And it knows that I can’t open it. And it knows that I’m pissed about it.
	Out of anger, I chucked the box a ways down the beach. It landed right on a rock and shattered on impact. I ran over to it now! I guess my luck isn’t that bad! At least, today it isn’t! Now, what the hell is in this box?
	Oh it’s just a twenty dollar bill. It’s torn in half.

	I’m done.