I don't know how to start. I've really never written anything before. Okay, I'll start, my name is Jeremy. And I look like any normal teenaged boy living in the year 2532. I have bright blue eyes and long curly blond hair. I'm about 5'10" with a slight muscular build, but enough about how I look, that's not why I'm writing. I'm going to tell you about a time in my life when everything seemed to go wrong, but in the end my friends were still there to help me.
     It all started when my girlfriend, Marie, dumped me.
     "I don't want to see you anymore, Jeremy!" Marie screamed throwing a vase at me.
     "Why, Marie, why?" I asked ducking the vase. It wasn't like her to scream like that.
     "Because I hate you," she said. "And you would never love me," she began crying now, her sobs coming up in hiccups.
     I went over to comfort her, but she just screamed at me and pushed me away. I couldn't stand watching her cry, so I walked away, leaving her there.
     I pushed the little green button to open the door and stepped into the hallway where my friend Mike was waiting for me.
     "Hey man. Sup?" Mike asked with a cheerful look on his face.
     "She dumped me man!" I screamed. I just couldn't get over it.
     She didn't want me.
     She didn't need me.
     "It's all right guy," Mike said putting his arm around my shoulders and guiding me to the atom-transferer. (It's like a modernized elevator, only different.)
     "Why did she dump you anyway?" Mike asked as we walked into his apartment.
     "I have no clue," I replied sitting down on his old twentieth-century sofa. "She said something about me not loving her and then she began crying."
     "God man. I wonder what was really bothering her," Mike said tying his hair back with a rubber band.
     "I don't know,' I said putting my head in my hand. "I just don't know."
     The rest of the night went on with me and Mike discussing why women are so unpredictable.
     After that night, I wanted to get over Marie, only I couldn't, not by myself. I've always wondered why people in the nineteen-hundreds would kill themselves and now I knew why.
     Almost a week after Marie dumped me, I lost my job.
     "Don't give me any bull shit, Jeremy," my boss yelled, "I don't give of fuck what you've been doing, you're fired!"
     "But sir-" I tried to say something to save my ass.
     "No buts Jeremy, good-bye" he yelled this right into my face.
     I could hear it ringing in my ears as I got home to my apartment.
     I could hear it as I pulled the knife from the kitchen drawer.
     I could hear him and Marie screaming at me as the blood poured from my wrists.

Jeremy