It was the day after graduation when our little journey had started. I was in the car with my family as they were driving me off to my graduation vacation. My eye's remained on the Candy Crush level on my phone, until I was brought out of it by the sound of my mom's exaggerated shout of excitement.

"Jeffrie, look! We're getting closer!"

After putting my phone in my pocket and rubbing the shrieking pain in my ears at the same time, I looked towards the front window and saw the ship that'll take me to my graduation cruise getting bigger as we drove further. But this isn't gonna be the regular kind of cruise like in Titanic; no, it was going to be a cruise unlike any other. A cruise in space!

They all thought that something like this could only be possible in Futurama; but today I, and some friends of mine, are going to be one of the first people to be on a space cruise to Mars! Or, as they put it in Star Trek, "To boldly go where no man has gone before."

When my dad finally found a parking space, my backpack had already been strapped on the moment the car had stopped and allowed me to walk out. But I only managed to take three steps before my mom called back to me.

"Jeffrie, don't forget your glasses!"

Ah yes, how could I have forgotten the dreaded pair of specs that I've been forced to wear ever since freshman year. Even before all this I always believed I look better without glasses, too bad that I had to be stripped of my 20/20 vision just to be reminded that life sucks. Anyway, after grudgingly putting on the irritating spectactles, my mom surrounded her arms around me in a goodbye embrace.

"It's gonna feel real lonesome with you gone for three weeks," in return, I gave her a crushing bear hug that I always like to give to anyone ever since I saw a certain seen from Dr. Dolittle 2. "Not so tight, Jeffrie!"

With that out of the way, it was now my dad's turn to say a few words. "You remember to call us the moment you and your friends land," he instructed.

"Yes Dad, I won't forget that," I sighed.

"All right, and did you remember to bring your video camera with ya?"

"Yep. It's in my backpack with my PJ's and books."

"Awesome. I can't wait to see all the fun stuff you'll record on Mars, son."

"Just try not to do anything embarrassing when you get there," snarked the bitter sound of the source of my misery (AKA my sister). You'd think that after I had been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome that my own flesh and blood would at least put up an effort to not be a complete bitch towards me 24/7. But what can you expect from a girl who--when I was only five months old--used a recliner to catapult me into a glass table in a poor attempt to recreate a certain scene from Toy Story.

Since my big sister thought it wise to dampen my good mood with her snarky remark, I figured it would only be fair to give her one as well. "Don't worry Lindsay, by the time I set foot on Mars I would've already forgotten that you're even still living with us." After receiving a sincere flip of the bird from my sister, I was finally allowed to head towards the ship.

I was getting closer to the ramp when I was suddenly tackled by this strong force that trapped me with an unbreakable hug! By the time I struggled my right arm out, I was more than ready to lay the smackdown on the son of a bitch who thought he could take me by surprise; that is until I turned around and saw the face of my friend, Andrew. While I was born with a skinny body, scrawny set of arms with a little muscle, and a face that made most of the assholes from any school I'd went to compare me to Mr. Bean, Andrew had the overall appearance of what many people would assume that any popular kid would look like: from his black Justin Beiber styled haircut to that sort of perfect smile that'll make highschool girls have orgasms, and the fact that he was blessed with the upper-body of a football player. In fact, he actually was a football player--and is pretty damn proud of being one. Despite these blessings, Andrew's simple mindset, his overly optimistic and hopeful attitude, and his semi-sensitive demeanor ended up making him the target of many pranks (whether harmless or otherwise).

When he finally released me from his grasp, Andrew could hardly contain his own excitement. "What kept ya, man?! I was startin' to think I would have to go on this trip without ya!"

"I might've gotten here sooner if my folks hadn't held me back," I told him. "Where's your letterman jacket?"

Throughout the last week of school, Andrew would never go one day without donning the white and blue letterman jacket that he practically fell in love with on first sight. So you could imagine how surprised I was to see him in a plain red jacket instead. "Oh, my folks were threatenin' to not drive me here at all if I didn't agree to put on a different jacket," he said with annoyance in his voice. He then added in a soft whisper, "But they don't know that I snuck it in my backpack."

After we both let out a quick chuckle, I then asked him, "Have you seen Jonathan yet?"

"No, I definitely don't remember seeing him anywhere," he admitted while his eyes were scanning the area like a radar. "Oh wait, I think he's coming right now! Jonathan! Hey man, over here!"

He and I wasted no time in running towards our slow treading friend, Jonathan. Everything about him is the exact opposite of Andrew to a T. While Andrew always finds a reason to smile everyday, Jonathan was practically born with a permanent scowl on his face. When I first met him during junior year, I thought he looked like a Hispanic Jay Baruchel. His grim personality and his occasional whiney tone would make any one sitting next to him push their desks far away from him, but I was more than willing to have an open mind and make a friend out of this debbie downer. In fact, if I had never met Jonathan, I never would've met Andrew during senior year and not get to share this great experience with the two of them.

After saving Jonathan the effort of having him come to us, Andrew was the first to start the conversation. "Hey Jonathan, you excited about this?"

"I guess," Jonathan's voice always sounded like mumbles everytime he speaks. "I was originally going to just stay in bed and sleep until I finally leave this world, but instead I get to go to Mars with my two friends. I just hope that the ship we go on doesn't have a leak that'll slowly drain all the oxygen out of our lungs until our eyes pop out and we die."

Yeah, as you can see Jonathan's the type of person who could make a party feel like a funeral the moment he opens his mouth. Not wanting to delay any more precious time, I desperately tried to lead the guys on. "OK, I can see that you have a lot to say, but why don't we get onboard the ship first and then talk some more?"

"All right," said Jonathan, "let's get on that ship before it takes off; God knows I don't want to ruin this whole trip for you."

Now that we were finally onboard the ship, everyone gathered to listen to the captain's speech and get ready for the count down. As the count down began, all the adrenaline within my body was starting to rush all through my veins, as we were all crying out, "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...BLAST OFF!" As we were blasting off into the speed of light, the theme from Star Trek: The Next Generation was playing in my head.

With the ship finally in orbit, the guys and I were heading our way to our room while that "Sunday Clothes" song from Wall-E was being played through the loudspeakers. When we'd entered the room, we were in a complete state of awe at how awesome it was. It wasn't one of those regular rooms; since we practically worked our asses off just to graduate highschool, our parents decided to reward us by letting us stay in one of the most expensive suites this cruise has to offer. There was a soda machine that can beem up any type of soda that you want, a round couch, a great view of space, and triple bunk beds.

Anyway, I took out my video camera, turned it on, and as I looked right at it, I started to do a video blog. "Hey there," I said, "I'm in this kick ass suite with my two buds, and we are officialy in space!" Jonathan had finished tossing his backpack on top of the middle bunk and was sitting himself on the couch when I turned the camera to him. "Here's my good friend Jonathan, say hi to the camera," he gave a half-assed smile as he slowly waved his hand. "So, are you looking forward to landing on Mars?"

"A little," he said, "I'm just hoping that we don't get captured by some alien race and forced to be their slaves for the rest of our lives. Then again, this is the first space cruise to ever happen, and there just might be a chance that we all might end up being dead before we even get there."

Having enough of Jonathan's morbidity, I immediately turned the camera to Andrew--who was standing next to the giant window. "Hey Andrew, you mind telling everyone what you're doing?" I asked him.

"Well Jeffrie," he said, "I might not be the first man to travel in space, but I am the first man to moon the Moon!" with that said, he pulled down his pants and pressed his ass against the glass in front of the Moon, as he and I filled the suite with our laughter.

After that, I went to the soda machine and got me a drink. All I had to do was say "Coke" and then next thing you know the machine suddenly beams up a can of coke. I took the can, opened it, took a big gulp out of it, and then I said to the guys, "Beam me up, Scotty!" and Andrew was the only who bothered to laugh at my Star Trek reference. As I took another sip of my coke, I said to the guys, "You guys want something?" and then they both said, "Coke is fine," and so I got both of them coke.

So anyway, as me and the guys were just sitting upon the couch drinking coke, we started to chat for awhile. "Well guys, we finally made it," I started. "All those twelve years that were spent in school are finally over."

"Thank God," exclaimed Andrew, "I just can't wait to start working with my dad."

"You know, it's kinda sad really," Jonathan confessed.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

And then Jonathan said, "Well, we might be together on this cruise, but when we come back we might never see each other again."

Never wanting to see any of his friends be sad, Andrew tried to lighten things up. "Hey, if this is gonna be the last time we get to hang out together, then we should make it last." And so we each raised up our cans and while Andrew and I cried out, "To our friendship!"

After taking a quick sip, I continued talking about our trip. "I gotta tell you guys, I'm pretty fucking exicted about this trip. We could've gone to New York, but instead we're heading to Mars like Arnold Schwarzenegger."

"Yeah, let's just hope that we don't get caught up in any alien rebellions when we get there," Jonathan commented.

"I wouldn't mind seeing a chick with three tits though," I added. Jonathan and I laughed while Andrew silently cringed at my mentioning of that sexual comment. With that out of the way, we then chugged down the rest of our coke and we spent the rest of today drinking more cokes, rough-housing, and taking turns making prank calls to the crew of this ship, and all while Jonathan played Gangnam Style on his Ipod.

After that rather brief moment of fun, I had just finished changing into my pajamas by the time I made my way to bed. Andrew laid on the bottom bunk sketching drawings of anthromorphic lizards (which he seems to be under the delusion that they're frogs), Jonathan stretched on the middle bunk as he was putting the finishing touches of his journal report before putting it away, as for me I just slipped myself into the covers, turned off the lights, and then we all got ourselves some shut-eye. But as we were all snoozing, out of nowhere came this loud bang! Me and the guys were startled out of our sleep, and we heard the crew telling everybody to get out at once. The guys and I only had enough time to put our clothes back on and quickly grab our backpacks before we were suddenly being dragged away by a huge crowd of people. When this huge crowd finally stopped moving, one of the crew members said, "Everyone remain calm, we have just happend to have found ourselves in the midst of an asteroid field. We will try our best to steer clear of it as soon as possible; but in case of an emergency, we strictly advise you all to wear an oxygen mask." We were then given these little plastic oxygen masks that can give us clean air without a tank attached to it.

As the ship kept getting pounded by meterors, me and the guys were able to find each other amongst the crowd. As nervous as Andrew and I were feeling right now, Jonathan was pracitcally on the brink of a panic attack right now. "I knew it, I knew this kind of shit would happen!" he raved. "Why didn't I just overslept on purpose?!"

"Calm down Jonathan!" I told him. "This may seem a little scary, but as long as they don't tell us to start evacuating we have no reason to start panicking."

Right after I said that, more asteroids continued to hit the ship; but a few minutes later, all that pounding finally stopped. We then heard the captain say on the intercom, "Ladies and gentlmen, we have finally got out of the asteroid field," and as everybody started to cheer, we all felt a huge force pulling us!

Jonathan was like, "Please tell me it isn't another asteroid."

And I was like, "No, that's too big to be an asteroid."

And then somebody amongst the crowd shouted, "WORMHOLE!"

And then next thing you know, the wormhole tore out a huge chunk of the ship and me and the guys were suddenly sucked into it! You know that scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey where the astronaut is in some colorful vortex making weird faces? Well that's exactly what me and the guys were doing: going through a colorful vortex, making weird faces, until there suddenly came a big, bright, blinding, light!

When I regained consciousness, I had found myself underwater, so I quickly got out onto dry land. I noticed that Andrew and Jonathan were both coming out of the water as well. After coughing out some water, Andrew cried, "What the Hell just happened?!"

"I remember someone shouting about a wormhole," I recalled, "and I think we're the only one's who got sucked into it."

"Where are we?" Jonathan wondered.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"Great, not only did we get caught by a wormhole but now we're lost as well," Jonathan complained. "I suppose this is the part where we all die."

"Only if you keep talking with that attitude," Andrew gave him a scolding. "I know that we're lost and everyone we know probably thinks we're dead by now, but we're still alive aren't we? And look, we even still have our stuff." He immediately grabbed all our backpacks that we're floating in the river that we recently landed in. "So honestly, what's the worse that can happen at this point?"

Jonathan was more than willing to give him an idea. "Well, at the state we're in we just have a few good minutes left before some group of thugs robs us, rapes us, chop off our dicks to feed to some goats, and then leave us stranded and naked until a pack of wolves come to finish the job."

Andrew had to let out a sigh before saying, "Come on guys, at least let's go look around to see if we can find some people who can help."

He was able to get back on his feet just fine, but when Jonathan and I tried to stand up we suddenly fell back in pain! Fighting through the pain that was shooting through my body, I looked at Jonathan and said, "I guess we must've landed harder than we thought."

"Yep, it looks like we're already done for," Jonathan gave in.

With both of our strength drained out, our only hope lies with Andrew and what little energy remained in his body. "All right, it looks like I'm gonna have to carry you guys," he said to himself as he lifted Jonathan and I by our waists. "Oh man, you two feel heavier than you look. But it shouldn't be too hard for me to handle."

He trekked through the countryside until he finally stumbled upon a dirt road. Not knowing whether he should go left or right, he went by his instinct and chose left. Even though it was night Andrew could manage to see houses and other buildings a mile away. He continued steeping onwards until he stopped by a large sign; inching closer to it, Andrew's eyes could faintly make out the words: WELCOME TO PONYVILLE.

After saying the name of the town outloud, Andrew couldn't help but be flummoxed by the name. "Huh, even by smalltown standards that name sounds weird."

He didn't dwell on that matter for no more than three seconds when he noticed a post with individual signs on it. He looked over each one until finally spotting the one that said "Hospital"; and just by sheer luck, the direction that the sign was pointing showed that it was only twelve steps away!

"Don't worry guys," Andrew assured us, "we're gonna make it."

The moment he was standing in front of the Hospital, Andrew started to knock the door with his own boot; we must've been very lucky to not be awake at that point, because after using up the last of his strength on the door, Andrew dropped us like luggage and fell to the ground with us.