The days were growing short and cold. Everyone was always turning and making sure nothing was

coming out of the sky at a fast pace .  The news man said it should be coming soon.  I am George

W. Roman I live in sunny California in the L.A. area.  The year is 2055 and people are always

running in fear. The rumor of the Russians are going to drop an atomic bomb on us is making

people believe that we have to attack them first. But I have a  better idea. On the week after my 16

birthday I wrote the president. Explaining to him war is not the answer.  After a year I was getting

up set and decided to pay the president a visit  right in front of every body.  I packed a few items my

fathers old pocket watch he left me in a will, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and some spare clothes

and a helmet.  I was ready to go. I kissed my mom and then I headed for the garage I grabbed my

jet pack and in an hour I was in Washington D.C.  sneaking around I saw many heavily armed

guards.  I spied a window and went through it. I was in the basement. great. now where do I go. So

I went up.   I felt really sorry for sneaking around like this.  After an hour I found the president

eating doughnuts and drinking coffee his eyes seemed so sad and gloomy. I approached him

cautiously and silently and told him my name and why I was here.

I told him war is not the answer and no one ever died of an A-bomb. 

Returning home on my jet pack I was releaved that the United States President had signed a treaty

with Russia. I returned home felling proud of my duties my dareare was felling extremly warm

because of the heat of the jet pack.  My trip to Washington D.C. was short but interesting.

If these things keep happening we wont have an Earth by  3000.

I landed in the back yard and went inside with a bright gold meadel around my neck.