**Time: *IN THE FUTURE* June 22, 2112
Quite a while ago, when I was about 10, my life had changed forever. My family owned a ceramic pottery shop back in the day. We sold everything from orchid flower pots to tiny Japanese teacups. One day, I was trimming a rose to make it perfect to put in the store window with a collection of vases. A few days before, I heard the owner of a Round Table Pizza next door yelling at a repair man that obviously wasn't qualified for the job. Apparently, he insisted that he fixed whatever was wrong with the shop. I was a bit curious about what got the man so aggravated, but I knew it was wrong to meddle. And on that day, I finally found out what was going on. There was a gas leak in Round Table Pizza. Ironically the Health Department gave the shop an "A." Then again I don't think a gas leak is any health issue. Anyway, the gas leak was ignited by one of the cook's oh-so-popular plain cheese pizzas. And what do you think should happen? BAM! Before I knew it, there was nothing left of the last ever Round Table Pizza (the last honest pizza).The delivery people who didn't die in the explosion fled for Canada to avoid drafting. (Meanwhile, back at our little, fragile shop) The explosion was PHENOMENAL. Chaotic, but phenomenal. I was thrown through the glass store window and fell into a coma for a month. I awoke from my dormant state and realized that as I was blasted through solid glass that this happened for a reason. It was like a sign from God. I found myself in that explosion. But I lost all of my moral standards. And that's how I started my career as an arsonist. THE END.
