My hands are shaking. It's making my arms quake, which reads August 7th, 2019, 7:59 pm. I don't know why I'm so nervous, most of my friends have already done this, they all said that the scary part was all in your head. I decided to go out to get dinner for this. Of course I picked to go to Chick-fil-a. I just ordered and sat down. I glance at my phone again. 7:56. I look down at my outfit, the old beat-up purple chucks that look awesome if you ask me and the cut off shorts show off my great legs. And how could you possibly go wrong with a Supernatural t-shirt? I touch my braided hair once more as I revive a text from one of my friends, it reads
" Almost there Madisyn! Just a few more minutes!"
I checked the time again, 7:58. My heart skips a beat. I look at the second hand on a clock on the wall, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
Someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around to see a boy who looks about 17. He's tall (like 5'10" tall), muscled, with gorgeous hazel eyes, swoopy brown hair, and a Supernatural t-shirt. (Eeeek!!)He holds up his wrist and says
" I think we're a match." And he's right. I tell him my name and ask his.
"Logan," he tells me,"Logan Harris."
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