Earlier that day
I was packing up, just like every other day. Only, it was my 17th birthday, and the last day of my last year of the hell hole they call high school. I had gotten a couple presents (more like a MILLION) from my friends. I had a couple close friends, and a couple of 'barely talk but still friends' friends. I had about 4 full bags of presents from them. And those were only from my close friends. I had about only two bags from the others. But, anyway, if you were thinking I'm popular, you thought wrong. I am very socially awkward, shy, stupid, weird, different, outcast, and the list goes on and on. They spoil me too much. But whatever, they're awesome. BRRRRRIIIINGGG! The bell had just rang and I was rushing to my locker, which was stuffed with presents. I got to my locker, put in my combination, and opened it. I packed up my important things in my backpack, and tried to rush it. The exact last bell of the day rang, and I still had to grab all my presents. I grabbed the bags, and slammed my locker shut. I rushed to get out to the bus, but I missed it by 30 seconds.
"Dammit! Now I have to walk home!" I complained. My house, no, apartment, wasn't that far, but I had to carry all the presents. Uggg. I began walking, but I only reached a block before my best guy-friend, Frank, noticed me.
"You need a ride?" he asked.
"Sure thanks. You are awesome for noticing me. And having a car." I replied. He was my neighbor, so why not? He was a close friend. If you're wondering, no he is NOT my boyfriend. He already has his girlfriend, Marie, anyway. Back to the main point though.We had a little small talk. We got to my apartment soon enough. As I said before, I was awkward. We said our goodbye's, and I grabbed my things. I walked inside, smiling. He could always cheer me up. And if he couldn't, no one could. Not even my BFFAE, Kaitlin. I lugged my bags and my backpack inside. I dropped them down somewhere, and grabbed my mail keys. I checked it, and there was barely anything. Junk, junk, junk, junk, ju- wait. Am I reading this right? I rubbed my eyes to check. Yes, I was. This is unbelievable. I got a letter from my most favorite band ever. This can't be happening! Oh my god! They wrote a letter to me! ME! Out of their millions of fans, they wrote to ME!
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Fanfiction(I have moved this story from one site to this one. I am terribly sorry for the quality of the content.) "Really? Are you serious?" Mitch said. I chuckled lightly and nodded. That continued for a while then sun was starting to set. It was my tur...
