Personal Narrative: My Name

This is not a disclaimer in the sense of who in their right mind could possibly consider placing my name on the top of the list as the one person who could save the entire planet from being invaded from aliens or outright destroyed. It was all true and I was even shown the list of names of the ten men chosen and all except one had a line through it. Yes-sir-re, there it was on the top line and in bold print no less. It was the name that my momma stuck me with in all its glory.
In my mind there was still hope that there was another list and someone had mistakenly placed the last list on the top of the stack. I would even understand that they hadn’t look through all the names that come before mine in the alphabet. When they placed

a picture of me dancing in the middle of the nightclub’s dancefloor, I smiled. The next picture was exactly the same, but there were several large men standing around the two of us. he started showing me one picture after another. I was about to say this was someone’s idea of a joke, but when he nodded his head that it was not, I couldn’t breathe. Well, that wasn’t the only thing I could not do at that particular moment, and thinking was never one of my strong points.
I remember everything about that day.

How could I not when I had the best time of my entire life and I was the only one in the room she wanted to dance with me. Oh well, it was time to look for the exit or the closet window. At least a window with no one near enough to stop me from diving through and ending this perfect day. Unfortunately I was in a box with a two way mirror and sitting across a government agent who had me kidnapped me off the street like some spy movie. This included the black bag over the head, the handcuffs, and tossed in a van full of people with automatic weapons. I know what he wanted, but I had other ideas. We I might as well get this over

with.
“I guess you’re happy to take my name off your list now that you have proof of heavy drug use, and I don’t blame you. Well, it was nice that we had this little talk, as if I had a choice. If you don’t mind, call your friends to put that bag back over my head and drop me off where you kidnapped me. I believe that was in front of where I live. I hope you gave a believable excuse to my neighbors so I won’t have to.”
“Do you understand that the life of every man, woman, and child is in your hands?”
“Can you understand the word, no?

You might as well move on to the next person. I’m sure they’ll just love the way you ask for help.”
“I say we shoot him for treason and…” said an angry voice over the intercom from the dark.
“I guess they picked you up before you got to second grade. You might want to look up the word treason and have someone sound out the letters and explain the definition. Hell, you can’t even find a traffic ticket with my name on it. as far as I’m concern, every last one of you who are involved with this mess is looking at kidnapping charges, unlawful incarceration, terrorism, and a crap load of other things that should have you afraid to pick up the soap in the showers for the next fifty years. Then and again one of you guys smell of lilacs.”
When I heard a female clear her throat and cough a few times, I raised an eyebrow.
“I believe we have gotten off on the wrong foot.”
“If I wasn’t handcuffed, I want you to take a guess where my foot would be right now. Oh, and I want all of you to think about something as you cut me loose. If I were to agree with this drug induced hallucination, what kind of retaliation would you expect would fall on every last son-of-a-bitch involved

with…?”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Why don’t we find out? I’m sure if I’m the chosen one, than they would be more than happy… to make me happy. From what I saw or didn’t see in the pictures, they might be in this room with us and see how you have been treating me. Who knows, we might be able to make a deal and leave you totally out of the conversation. Why would we need a middle man, or even a planet?”
I laughed and every person in the room ran out. Most of them actually apologized, but no one unlocked the handcuffs that tied me to the table. I heard a sound a looked down. The handcuffs were opened and only one thing came to mind, “Thank you.”