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Dream Vision (standard:Inspirational stories, 1381 words)
Author: sportzmanAdded: Apr 19 2003Views/Reads: 3628/2014Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a really short story about a kid with a big dream. It doesn't take a long time to read and I hope its meaning will help you believe in your own dreams. Since it is a short story, I won't give out too much detail. In brief, my story is about a k
 



DREAM VISION 

“Yo, you want to hang out at Fischer Mall at Elwood today?” I asked.
“Sure, why not,” Gord replied enthusiastically. I hung up and took off 
the earpiece.  Rushing to my room to get the keys, I couldn't stop 
thinking about what fun I would have today.  This could be the day I 
would finally get my personal jet pack, equipped with an entertainment 
system so I could watch Denzel Washington's Living Death 2 while 
flying.  How exciting! “Ready to go?” I asked, making sure not to spoil 
the day. “You bet man!” Gord said excitedly. And so we were headed to 
Elwood.  I spoke into the navigation system and the mall was instantly 
located.  Gord, being the impatient person that he was, started the jet 
car immediately.  In a few minutes, I parked my precious new blue jet 
car 4 rows from the mall entrance.  Gord almost began to run when I 
told him to relax.  I guess he was bored.  Besides, it was only 2:15 
p.m.  As expected, Fischer mall was overly crowded.  I found it hard to 
even walk without bumping into people.  I pushed and shoved until I 
could find Gord in the crowd. “So, where do you want to go?” I shouted. 
“Let's go get your personal jet pack first.  I know you're getting 
antsy.  You can't hide your feelings from me, pal,” Gord yelled back. 
Anxiously, I fought my way through the mass of people to Electroshop 
with Gord following closely.  As I entered the store, I was totally 
mesmerized with the new models of personal jet packs the store carried. 
 Gord was fascinated by the new features and he looked at every model 
meticulously.  But when we both saw the price tag, our jaws dropped. 
“Some things are just for the rich in this world,” I commented. “Yeah, 
you sure got that right.  It's just not fair man.  I can't imagine 
living in poverty,” he agreed. As soon as the salesperson saw Gord and 
I, she greeted us without hesitation.  She introduced herself and said 
a whole bunch of nice things, trying to get our full attention.  We 
hardly listened until she asked us what we were looking for. “I'm 
looking for one under $2000 that would give me the basics and perhaps 
an entertainment system,” I told the salesperson. “I see.  A new model 
has just arrived, lucky for you.  It has everything you need for only 
$1699,” she said. She led the way to the machine, but Gord stayed 
behind looking at the newest 60” plasma television.  The first thing I 
noticed was the entertainment system, the feature I longed for.  
Something inside told me that was it; it suited me perfectly.  The 
salesperson started explaining the features in a robotic voice, but I 
was too busy to listen.  In fact, she was ticking me off a bit.  The 
personal jet pack offered more than I expected at $1699, which was 
relatively cheap.  In addition to the all-important entertainment 
system, it had a landing assister, afterburners, autopilot mode, and an 
ergonomic design.  Best of all, the purchase included lifetime warranty 
and 3-year sky-side assistance.  Man, what a beauty! Impulsively, I 
purchased the machine, but sadly watched my summer job earnings 
disappear.  The personal jet pack would be delivered by tomorrow, I was 
told.  The salesperson finally got her commission and it appeared that 
was the only thing she cared about. “Where the hell have you been?” I 
shouted across a busy aisle.  I've been looking for him for quite some 
time. “What took you so long?” he asked in a silly way, who wandered 
off. “Gord, don't talk crap to me,” I exclaimed. “Oh... whatever.  
Let's get outta here.” Though a bit annoyed and bothered by him, I was 
ecstatic.  Only 24 hours until the jet pack would be delivered.  Gord 
had to remind me to slow down when I was flying over speed. “See you 
later Gord,” I said. “Later man,” he replied and waved. As he left, I 
noticed he got himself a new e-book.  It was only then I realised what 
he was doing when I was at Electroshop.  Anyway, it was getting late, 
so I rushed back home for dinner after an exciting day. Once I got 
home, the first thing I did was tell everyone what I bought today.  Mom 
said it was a total waste of money, and boy, was she glad it wasn't her 
money.  “Television time!” I thought after dinner.  A new episode of 
New Gadgets and Toys was on.  During the commercials, I was flipping 
through the channels when I saw something that really struck me.  The 
next thing I did was star at the LCD television as if I was hypnotized. 
“This is Brad Williams reporting from Washington D.C. for CNN.  We have 
breaking news.  I repeat—we have breaking news.  The U.S. president 
Jean Bush held a crucial meeting today at the White House about a very 
serious issue.  From what we know, the United States of America has run 
out of mineral deposits.  There is only enough for one more year.  
President Jean Bush will speak to Canadian Prime Minister George 
Chrétien for a possible trade soon.  After that, the United Nations 
will hold a conference Wednesday to talk about solutions to potential 
problems in the future,” the reporter said in a serious tone. This was 
it, I thought.  Ever since I learned about environmental problems in 


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