2 years on Mars

There I was on the rocket, the first child to go to space. The countdown had almost hit. 3, 

                                        2, 

                                           1, BLAST OFF!

I was travelling at a quarter of the speed of light. In just under a minute, I had I had jumped off my space craft that was now disintegrating. 2 years on Mars, here we go!

My safety was now in the hands of my modern astronaut helmet. Hopefully, it would have more than enough oxygen for a boy to spend 2 years on Mars. After all, it was designed for an adult. As days passed, I started to crave for food and water. 

I needed food! Then, as if in reply, there was a 'TING' on my iPhone with an ad saying waterholes on Mars, now proven and accepted my NASA. Hope made my eyes suddenly see a sparkle in the distance, water. Another day had passed by the time I reached the waterhole. I drank until I overflowed with weariness. I felt sleepy. Fortunately, Mars ground hummed me to sleep as soon as I laid on it and as soon as I closed my eyes. 

I woke up from what felt like seconds but was actually just 2 days from MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! I had almost slept for 2 years. As my eyes adjusted, Karens were surrounding and inspecting me like I was a newly discovered rock. Karens lived on Mars and I was a trespasser. When I realised it was almost time to go back to Earth, my panic caused adrenalin to rush through me.

At that moment, Queen Karen dropped the burger she was about to eat. FOOD! I quickly snatched it off the ground and started running, wondering how they had McDonald's on Mars. While I was apparently running for my life the Karen's were still arguing about why I ate the burger, yes, I ate the burger as soon as I snatched it off the floor.

I was relieved as I saw a hovering robot carrying a trashy looking chair that I despised to sit on. It was time to go! My mission was accomplished, but sadly, Mars was not habitable as Karen's rule that fiction-like world.