Saturday. My phone alarm blares beside my right ear to remind me to "MERT FOR COFFEE" and I wonder what "mert" means for a moment before finally waking up enough to realize that I apparently don't know how to spell simple, four-letter words correctly. I roll my eyes. I had an hour before I am supposed to meet him, anyways. Sitting up, I yawn, rubbing my face vigorously. Ugh. Yawning again, I stand, deciding to rid my mouth of its morning breath taste. Afterwards, I dress myself. Nothing too formal, but not unpresentable. Casual. I pop two waffles into the toaster and wait for them. POP! They are warmer than I had expected an burn my fingertips. Finally, I grab my to-go breakfast and head out the door, knocking twice on my mother's bedroom door next to the sticky note I left her to tell her I am leaving.
And then I'm gone.
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MARK
RandomThis story is based on an alternate universe (AU) scenario that I'd seen once and wanted to write about. It can be a self insert, as the protagonist will remain nameless and gender neutral because the story is in first person. ALSO the person the pr...
