Personal Narrative Essay

Once upon a time there was a 19-year-old named Alex Jackson, and he was bored. Since his parents had gone on vacation, Alex didn’t have that much to do. Alex liked math and chess, but chess tournaments came up once a month. Recreational chess wasn’t fun because no one would play with him, and ‘recreational math’ was not a thing. He never cared about the newspaper, and frolicking in the playground was gone at age 6. Well, Alex thought, at least there’s going to be a chess tournament this afternoon. Still, life seems boring, and it's not getting better. Nothing's come up, and nothing ever will. Alex walked around his house, thinking about nothing in particular. I actually need to do something. There’s nothing to do but sit and wait until I leave

Alex had one last bomb, and one last idea. He grabbed the notebooks, threw the last bomb one way, and ran the other. The man shot the bomb, but when he turned around, Alex was gone, and so were the notebooks. As Alex ran back to the house where the team waited, he thought for a second. I have the notebooks, which means that I could figure this out myself, and they would never need to know. That would be the easy way to the million dollars. Still, I’m not desperate for money. Besides, they’re smart, so they might solve it whether I bring the notebooks back or not. When Alex arrived at the house, he gave them back their notebooks. “We were almost going to get it, but we needed those books.” One of the scientists said as Alex passed the notebooks around. After he distributed the notebooks, Alex was glad he hadn’t taken the books. If I had, they would have come to the answer anyway, and before I did. Alex received about 83,000 dollars, not to mention eleven friends that loved math. As Alex drove home, he wondered about what the other six “millennium math problems” would cause. Another round of fighting for a million-dollar math problem. And they say the boredom sparks