Teeth Oldest: A Short Story

Here I was, standing 100,000,000 miles away from planet Earth. I was alone, afraid, young. I had one friend: a pair of light blue, ceramic teeth. I named the teeth Oldest. The teeth were my most precious possession as they were my father’s actual teeth. I’ve been here for a few years, and I have to stay another five years. Even as a child, I wanted to explore everything, but I never knew it would be this oppressive. At this point, I want to go home. I want to get off this desolate planet they call Life. The whole reason I’m on this planet is that I signed up for the pointless “Operation: Adventure” mission. The leaders want me to find any sign of life on this planet, and then find a way to get off planet Life and go back to planet Earth! The people are so ignorant that they don’t even know that nothing ever happens here!

It doesn’t rain, it’s never sunny, the terrain is flat, it’s just plainly freezing! Literally freezing. The planet feels like it 's made of ice! All that’s here is the planet, me, and Oldest, the pair of teeth. You know what, I lied. I didn’t name the teeth. To me, they’re just the teeth. The teeth my father had. Then, suddenly, it struck me: The teeth weren’t my father’s teeth. His teeth didn’t have “Not Applicable” written on them. I was speechless. I threw the teeth as far as I could. I ran and kept running. I didn’t stop until I found a cave: the only cave on this planet. I went in and found what I was looking for: the portal. I jumped through. I came out the other end, and I was in a cylindrical space. I just stood there, like a rock. In the time of a split second, the area I was in started moving. It got faster and faster and faster. My memory was coming back. The only way to get back home is to change the past. The cylinder came to a sudden stop. I got out. I was on the sidewalk. I saw a sign-up board for a