"I entered my secret laboratory behind my bookcase," I continued reading, "I connected all the cables, typed in the required destination, and was teleported!" “My creation had worked,” I continued, “I had just discovered how to teleport myself around the world.” I looked at all the publishers around the table; I just prayed that one of them would like it. They all stood up and clapped for me! “Let's go to my office,” one man suggested, “so we can publish and ship this masterpiece already!” I was so happy! But this was no ordinary man. He was the publisher of Best Books Inc. “It would be an honor!” I told him. I couldn't believe I was about to publish my first book. 15 years later... "Happy birthday, Noah," Katie exclaimed, "I hope you have the best day ever!" It was my 26th birthday. My sister and my roommate Katie had bought a huge cake, which she claimed she had made herself. Today was the day we moved into our new home. There were 50 acres of land all to ourselves. After my first book was published when I was 11, I had become a billionaire overnight! I was famous all over the world. Everyone knew who I was; that was great! The phone began to ring. I press the speaker. “Hello, I'm Noah Loehr?” an unknown voice asked. “Yes,” I replied, “who is this?” He told me about a top secret project he was working on. “Would you like to participate?” He asked. There was some silence from my line manager. "I would like!" I told him. I had flown to California. I was taken to a laboratory in the middle of a desert that looked very similar to what I had imagined while writing my book, The Teleportation Device. “Hello sir, I'm Dr. Marin,” exclaimed a scientist almost too happily, “we are extremely ecstatic that... halfway through the paper... I went crazy. I knocked over one of the aisles. I grabbed the cash register and I went through it to the glass door. It broke into a million pieces. I took a box of matches and I ran out I was almost completely covered in gasoline, I lit a match and went through it to the building. I lowered myself into a fetal position. A sharp piece of glass began to fly towards me at full speed. Hello... Noah?" I heard, "Would you like to participate in our experiment or not?" My daydream stopped. Everything that had happened was imagined. Somehow my mind had decided everything. I could have sworn that it was real: the lab, the explosion and all the pain. But it was all in my head. "No thank you!" I responded quickly. I hung up the phone, ran straight to the kitchen, and celebrated my 26th birthday.