Talk:Book 8: Legacy/@comment-43957690-20191031164909

my prediction of the day Legacy arives:

I spring out of bed at 4 in the morning, partially because I have gotten no sleep due to excitement, partially because I want to sit at the door and wait for the post man.

When my family wakes up a few hours later, they try to get me to eat something and go to the bathroom, but i refuse to budge. My eye is probably twitching.

I apparently don't have school that day, so i just sit and wait until like 10 in the morning. Around 10:15, i get antsy and deide to patroll my mailbox. I chase down a few stray FedEx trucks, but no avail.

I walk back to my house, laughing hysterically, because, again, no sleep (for the past three days).

I sit and wait on my front porch for the post man, screaming in my head.

Around 4:30(the predicted time of arrival) A FedEx truck rolls up to my driveway. I sprint up to the dude in the drivers seat, and grab the book sized package out of his hands.

I scream "THIS IS MY LEGACY!!!!" while ripping up the package to fing what's inside.

"wait! you have to sighn for that!" the post guy shouts and I run off into the sunset. I don't sign, mostly because in anticipation for Legacy, i have forgotten how to form words on a page.

I climb into the nearest tree i can find, and sit there, and continue to unwrap the precious.

A few minutes go by, and cop cars roll down the street.

They pull up to where I linger in my tree, and one of them rolls down their window. "Kid, you need to come with us." they say.

At the end of the day, I'm in jail.

But I have Legacy.