Chapter 1
We were in a big fight with Syria. One day, when I was flying to Syria to defeat them, I was talking to my pilot, Matthew. Matthew was my first friend.
“Take a left turn and shoot a missile,” said Matthew.
“Roger that,” I said.
Sometimes I would just get bored and talk to my pilot Matthew. We had nothing in common because I am a vehicle and so is he…
Matthew wanted a special army helmet. I wanted to help him by forcing the U.S. Army to give every soldier a helmet. It could save him from dying. It was bulletproof, and when he put it on, it would make the whole suit bulletproof and create a facemask.
I looked down, then up. I saw a whole group of Syrian army planes. They were green with army waves. So I talked to the captain, but he didn’t really agree with me. I said that it would be very good –– we could win everything. He still didn’t believe me. Finally, I convinced him, and he believed me. So he gave me and my pilot a helmet, but not anybody else. I didn’t really care. Everybody else cared. They said, “That’s not fair at all!”
They said, “That’s not fair at all!”
I felt sad. But the captain said, “Hurry up, get in the sky!”
I was too busy daydreaming, so he hit me. I finally stopped daydreaming and took flight. Maybe you don’t understand what that means … neither do I. But what I mean is that I took off. Now, let’s get back to the story.
Chapter 2
After that, there were a whole bunch of army planes pointing at me because they thought that I would start daydreaming again. I got mad and told everybody that I would stay focused. Finally, they left.
It was daytime and kind of windy. I started to run low on gas. There was still one plane next to me who didn’t believe that I had stopped daydreaming, so it passed over a tiny bit of its gas to me. I went as high as I could. I became frozen and I couldn’t control what I was doing. I was a little bit curious, especially about how to control myself again. I turned my jets on and was finally able to control myself again. We were all so happy!
Chapter 3
Then I started going so high, I almost touched space. I couldn’t go down. I tried and tried.
I asked Matthew to help me, but he was too busy watching TV on his phone. (He thought that I was controlling myself). He was watching CNN news.
I yelled, “Matthew!!!”
I realized that he was asleep and felt disappointed.
He eventually woke up.
“Where am I? Is it already night?” asked Matthew.
“Now we’re in space,” I said.
“What?? Why did we go into space? I thought you would be controlling!” he said.
“No! You never said that.”
“I did, but you were just daydreaming.”
I really was daydreaming. I was in big trouble. I just knew we weren’t going to win the war with Syria.
There were 300 stars all over the place! “Wow! I never thought that was actually true!” I said.
As I got back from space, I heard a reporter say that we had won! I got back and landed. I got pushed back by an airplane.
“Wow,” I thought. “I never knew that would happen.”
“Well, you know, it wasn’t really as bad as I thought it was,” I said to Matthew.
Matthew said, “Seriously, I don’t care.”
He was still watching CNN.