4:30 AM. The day has begun. The sun is still hiding. The birds are still snuggling. There's no sound except for the coffee brewing and the sound of my mind screaming.
It's a "normal" day. Nothing exciting or special is going to happen. I quickly throw my hair into a messy bun and slip into my flat black heels. I leave for work with my overstuffed bags, a cup of coffee, and two water bottles. I have a ton of meetings and paperwork to do today.
I jump into my sunset orange family wagon, also known as a SUV and head to my work twenty minutes away. The radio's blasting "Hello" for only the second time in this car ride. I take a giant swig from my coffee mug when I begin to gag. The coffee is horrible. How did I screw this up? I must have grabbed the almond milk instead of the creamer. I bought the almond because I was trying to be "healthier". That fad ended before it even began. I began to wonder about the never ending, mundane things I had to accomplish, when suddenly a dog darted in front of the two cars in front of my. Everyone slammed on their brakes. I slammed on my brakes too, but it was too late.
I smashed into the car ahead of me. The car was van. A van full of young men. Young men all wearing black bandanas, sagging pants, and major attitudes. They all piled out of the van screaming at me for smashing into their van. I got extremely nervous and began apologizing as quickly as I could. It seemed that it didn't matter what I said these guys were pissed. Then I realized why they were so angry. The van was new, really new. It still had the dealership license plate. The dealership license plate that was now smashed into the hood of my old SUV.
The screaming became so din that you couldn't hear what anyone was saying.
"Gentleman!" A little old lady vehemently snapped.
All the young men instantly stopped.
