So the other day I had to do a creative writing for my English 102 class in reference to my topic for the semester. Teacher wants it in a digital form and on the web as well. She’s going to use it as an example for other classes. It reads:
Dear James,

It is with great sadness that I write this letter to you. By the time you read this I’ll have been deemed to old to be living. When i was younger the age restrictions weren’t as huge of a problem as they are today. The only ones that really affected people were the drinking and gambling laws, the number 21. I feared then that what has ahppened now would sculpt the face of this country into a monstrous demon. My fears have manifested themselves in the laws that now require my death. With the lack of moderation on age restrictions the government manipulated them for all it was worth. First, young bureaucrats tested the water by changing the age restriction for President of the United States from 30 to 18. A mere child could become President. That is why, at the age of nineteen, you are older than President Isaac J Kaufman. When they realized that they could slowly manipulate the laws in order to shift everything into a manner they saw fit all hell broke loose. At the age of 45 you lose your right to drive. At the age of 60 you lose your right to live. This is not right, my son. It is just not right. There is still the underground that can grant salvation. We have been planning an uprising since the day these terrible laws were put into place. As an Elder of the Society I was granted the option of hiding after I turned 60 and I accepted. But now, at the age of 75 I do believe it is time for me to pass. I will not die publicly, but in a quiet suburb that I lived in as a teenager. I wish to be buried in Chandler, Arizona, the site where my freedom was stripped away from me. The riots are going to begin soon. I warn you, stay away from Capitol Hill on April 12, 2064. Never let your government force you into submission. They are nothing without the people who fear them. If you do not fear them, they cannot be granted power.

That’s the end of the letter. The basis behind it is I’ve written it as a grandfather to my grandson in the future, obviously. It’s not true, nor will it be true. It’s purely fiction blah blah thank you have a good day.

-Jin