Sam's Odyssey 101

Today I spent some time preparing for the writing competition I attended. Here is the piece I wrote.

I was awoken by the cold breeze of the winter wind. I saw the window slightly open. I probably forgot to close it. It’s been 11 days since I landed on Mars, and I’m still not used to the weather. I grabbed a piece of cake I ate yesterday to celebrate my 10^th-year anniversary on Mars. Here, it takes 24.6 hours to orbit the sun, meaning 1 day on Earth is 1 year on Mars.

Two weeks ago, I was delighted when my boss told me I was chosen to fly to Mars with Captain Tristian James and Deputy Captain George Thompson. When I saw the reporter say, ‘And lastly, Trent Howard.’ I was crying. I was happy. I felt like I could fly. My name is on the TV, how wonderful is that. The journey was all good until the window of the aircraft fell apart, and both Captain Tristian and Deputy Captain George were frozen to death. I was outside fixing the wires, so I had no idea what was happening until I saw two bodies float away from the aircraft. I panicked. I went in and immediately fixed the window. I was all by myself; everything was so quiet. I felt like I was surely going to die soon.

I know, even right now, that I will probably die before I get rescued. I just hope that I will not die like Captain Tristian and Deputy Captain George. Their deaths were just devastating. Not only because they died but because their bodies would float for kilometers, and nobody would find their body I just hope that doesn’t happen to me.

And sadly, I’m out of water. There is no water here, and I can barely breathe. My oxygen tank is almost finished. I wonder if I will die because of dehydration or because of no oxygen.

Those were the last words in my diary. The last part of my diary. I decided to write one more thing with my shaking hands. I wrote, ‘2050 July 25^th, the day the first man to ever touch Mars, Trent Howard, rests in peace.’ I am out of oxygen. Many memories passed through my head. And after all those years of studying, working, and training, I now ask myself, ‘What was everything for?’ At the very end of my life, I regret my life. I wonder why I didn’t spend just a bit more time with my parents. Why did I waste all of my life trying to die on Mars? Why, why didn’t I say ‘I love you’ just one more time to my parents? I’m out of breath. I have tears in my eyes. I thanked my lord for giving me what I asked for. A peaceful death, not like Captain Tristian and Deputy Captain George. But now that I think about it, I don’t really see the difference. Bye, world, bye Mars, bye my companions of life. Bye forever. I hope that it’s all just a bad dream.