The Winter Ends

01/14/14
	"'You are invited to the annual 20 year get-together for 'Creative Writing class 2013''	Sincerely, Clara "On-the-lips" Kiss."
	"Thank you, hologram." I wink at the hologram. The hologram is in. "But I won't be needing you anymore," I smile and throw the hologram off the edge of the Butz Enterprises Tower.
	"Nothing personal," I remark. Just then, my secretary walks in.
	"Should I add this upcoming get-together to your agenda?" She asks. I smile and throw the secretary off the edge of Butz Enterprises Tower.
	"Into the trash it goes," I say devilishly.
	Finally, I clutch my hoverboard in my arms like a girl would her doll. I climb upon the edge of my tower, my back facing the horizon.
	"Smell ya later," I call out as I reverse swan dive off of the ledge. My body falls parallel to the ground and my clothes begin to burn up as the ground nears. Miles later, I am reduced to wearing my shamrock boxers. 5 miles... 4 miles... 3... At the last second I twirl around and place the hoverboard beneath my feet.
	"Incoming!" I yell to the pedestrians below me. They scatter like ants. The back of my hoverboard hits the sidewalk at the perfect angle and I am propelled forward. I ride towards the sun, dodging in and out of traffic and farting as I pass pedestrians. Keep in mind I am 38 years old at this point in time. Then I do something really cool and the camera stops in its tracks, following me only with its lense, zooming in as I zoom out. The sound of my wheels clicking along the cracks of the old concrete does not fade, even as I skate out of view.
	I hover into a charmless Beaverton. The streets are empty, as well as the homes. Everything is coated in the thinnest sheet of dust that I am almost sure you would not detect. I slow my hoverboard to a cruise and take in the sights. It is almost painful to remember what my life in this town had been like. I had done a good job of forgetting through the gambling, the booze.
	Finally, I arrive at my old high school. I make my way to the old portables. Only one stands amidst the ruins, though it is no stranger to the dust that enveloped the city. 'Where are the other hoverboards?' I ask myself. Surely my old classmates got the letter as well? I take a deep breath, hold it, and open the door. The lights are dimmer than I remember. I take my seat in the back right corner just like old times.
	"Welcome, Alex." Mr. Innes warmly welcomes from his desk. I feel like a patient in a waiting room, waiting for good news, and I know Mr. Innes will be the one to deliver it.
	"Hey teach, good to see you!" I respond, "but, uh, where are the other students?"
	Mr. Innes makes an encompassing gesture. I look at the assembled desks. To my surprise, I see an object laid on top of each of desk. A starbucks cup... a hockey stick... a vocal cord... An american flag... an album covered in red tape... a bomb... It was all there. An item representing my idealizations of each and every class member.
	Still, I did not understand. Where were the people, the physical human beings? I questioned Mr. Innes
	"Alex, when you transferred from Jesuit after your sophomore year, you were quite the project. Your admission form came with a medical release letting us know about your condition and the teaching styles that helped you learn. Schiza-something, no? Well we set up an environment to help compensate for your condition. I was instructed to create a classroom setting in this portable and place an object of some abstract importance on 10 different desks, and I was told you would do the rest. Sure enough, you invented personas for each of the 10 items and soon you were conversing with all of them, even laughing sometimes. I was here to simply moderate the learning process," Mr. Innes said.
	"Okay... But - wait a minute... there's no item representing Tyler. Where is he?" I asked nervously, "Mr. Innes? Where is Tyler?"
	"Ty-? Oh, Tyler!" Mr. Innes' face shifted from confusion to understanding. "Alex, remember how I gave the class a new seating chart for the second half of the semester? And remember how I placed you and "Tyler" right across from eachother. Well that's what we never told you; there was no Tyler. It was suggested that I place a mirror directly across from you on the other side of the room and observe what happened. Alex... you are Tyler! You invented this character "Tyler" and really connected with him, so we kept the mirror in the class room. It seemed to calm you on your bad days."( Mr. Innes 2034)
	"Huh. That would explain some things I guess... But what about Jimmy? Remember that kid who visited our class that one day?" I asked.
	"Well Alex, I'd like to take a minute
	Just sit right there
	I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait, I hear the prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well uh, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet.
I just got here!
I sprang with the quickness, like lightening disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say is that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Man forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel-Air'

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked to my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air" - Mr Innes.