Assignment #1

It is a warm sunny day in Dallas, Texas. The date is November 22nd, 1963, and I have travelled back in time to stop the assassination of John F. Kennedy, the 35th president of the United States. I look at my watch; I'm running out of time. I look to my right side; I see a flock of Kennedy supporters eager to see their leader. I approach a man sporting a fedora and a fine tailored suit, talking to a lady, most likely his wife, with a flowing pink dress that waved in the wind like a proudly raised flag.

"Sir," I interjected, moving towards them cautiously, "this may sound crazy but...the president is in danger, and I need your help." The man, with a look of worry on his face, looked at me like I was insane. I looked at my watch, the second hand looked as if it was ticking faster than it usually does. The entire situation painted the look of distress and worriment on my face. I needed to act fast.

"How so?" he asked slowly, a curious look on his face.

"When the president turns from Houston," I pointed up the street, "onto Elm Street here, a shooter from the book depository right there" I pointed again up the street, this time to the old, red-bricked building, "will fire several shots with a bolt-action rifle at the the president's limousine."

The man looked at his wife uneasily, then back to me.

"How do you know this?" he inquired cautiously.

"I'm from the future" I responded, realizing I must sound crazy almost instantly.

Before he could respond, a monstrous roar arose from the crowd.

The president just turned onto Elm Street.

I thought I had more time. I had to think fast. I looked around, trying to find a way to get the driver of the limousines attention. I started screaming at the motorcade, but was drowned out by the cheers of the people surrounding me. There was nothing I could do. The world as I knew it vanished to white, and I found myself back in the year 2010.

I had failed.