It was a Monday when it happened.
I remember I was sitting in my car eating a Big Mac. My girlfriend was supposed to meet me here but she had plans.
My hair was a disheveled mess. I hadn't really spiked it up this morning, due to a pounding hangover from a party last night. I even remember what song was playing. It was "Girls" by the 1975. I had finished my Big Mac and was just about to pull out of the parking lot when I saw it.
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Teen FictionNate Hindenburg is just your average boy, with your average life. Seriously. Like why the hell are you reading this?
