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Source: https://writers.stackexchange.com/a/46011
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Source: https://writers.stackexchange.com/a/46011
License name: CC BY-SA 3.0
License URL: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/

> "We have done it, friends, we are henceforth functionally immortal." -- Josh Briggs.
> 
> Josh had no idea he would say this, someday. In fact, he had no idea he'd go into research medicine; right now he was just trying to figure out why the left front wheel of his skateboard kept sticking, so he could finish this damn flyer route. It would take forever if he had to walk the whole thing.
> 
> He twisted the wheel, spun it, it seemed smooth. He didn't see anything fall out, but maybe he fixed it. Thirty seconds later, it caught again and threw him on the sidewalk. The pack of flyers unbalanced him and he scraped his elbow.
> 
> "Damn it!" He looked at it. Roughed up. A little blood, but not bleeding.
> 
> _Screw college!_ he thought, but even as he did, he knew he didn't mean it. He had to go, wanted to go, and not just to please his mother. He had to get out of the damn neighborhood, and take her with him. Well, not _this_ neighborhood, nobody needs to escape _this_ neighborhood. Escaping his neighborhood was going to take some cash. Even if he were valedictorian -- as if he had a chance against Mark's spotless GPA -- still wouldn't mean a full ride scholarship, not from their third rate high school.
> 
> He sat on some rich bastard's manicured lawn, staring at his tumbled skate board, then pulled out his phone and called his mother.
> 
> "Hey. My skateboard is broke. I have to walk my route. Probably an hour late for dinner."
> 
> He listened, then said, "I probably have to replace a wheel. Yup. Okay." He hung up, rose, tucked the board under his arm and walked to the next house.

Just do it, from the present, referring to a future that has not yet happened. "Josh had no idea he would ..."

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