My life was the same as any other suburban kid. I don't have some horrible life story, my parents are still together and my family loves me. I had a full time job at some factory and I was enrolled in the local college.
I looked over at my phone beside my bed. The clock read 5:05am. I groaned and sat up. I put my shoes on and left for work. I got in my car and turned the key. It sputtered and died. Great. This day had already sucked and now it was even worse.
I eventually got the damn car started, got to work late, and put my head down and worked hard.
After my 8 hour shift I got in my car and went home. I got home and immediately shot a text to my best friend.
Kennedy: hey fren 🤘🏼
Em: yo! what's up
k: just had an awful day. my car sucks and you'll never guess what else happened...
E: awe that's awful. and what happened?
k: I can't buy the tickets
E: TO TWENTY ONE PILOTS? ILL BUY THEM FOR YOU!
k: no it's okay but love you, Em.
E: love you too
I exited the app and opened up Twitter because I had seen some notifications. I had a couple of new followers so I tweeted real quick before I had to go to sleep.
dunclique: bummed I can't get @twentyonepilots tickets. :(
I put some headphones in, played the Vessel album and quickly fell asleep to the sound of Tyler's voice and Josh's drumming.
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sorry about the bad first chapter. comment with any ideas you would like to see. stay street
