It's the end of the world...everything is being eaten by dust or consumed by simply the fact that we may not even make it out alive of this dry and beaten planet we used to call Earth...

Ever since I was a kid it was like this...dead, always fighting to survive, it was harder for everybody as the days went on. Everybody was farmers, so the fight was even worse...But my dad, Joseph Cooper, decided to leave me and my brother Tom with our grandpa (my dad's father-in-law). He left us to go to space to "save the world", he didn't even seem like he regretted it, or thought about it. I told him what had happened in my room, I thought it was a ghost, but I wasn't worried about it at all because there would be dust storms and it would enter the windows at times. Now, I've grown, it's been more than 15 years since my dad went to space to find a better planet to live on. I work on researching for new ways to find a better planet, ways to better our own planet, I wrote equations non-stop...I worked with Professor Brand, not knowing the truth to later reveal itself.

I pick up my papers, clipping them onto the clipboard, I pick up the chalk and drag it across the chalkboard. My brain worked overtime as I repeat the process I do everyday, try making progress in the equation that me and Professor Brand had been working on.