My Life Is a Time Bomb

Chapter 1-Coffee and A Dead Racoon

This story isnt really a book on what has already happened but is based on what is going to happen. As I am writing I am 16 years old and I am in high school as a sophmore. But thats not where this all starts. This starts on November 15 2020, about 5 years from now. I was heading to my job that I had started about 6 months prior. I always like to stop by my local coffee shop named "Cafe de la Vie" meaning Cafe of life. The name intrigued me but the coffee is what really reeled me in. They could make the worst black coffee into a nice Pumkin Spice Latee (which they sold year round unlike other companies).

On that fateful evening of getting my coffee I was disturbed to see a dead racoon on the side walk in front of me. Even knowing I'll see it I'll be grossed out. I'd grab a stick an poke it to make sure it wasnt sill alive. As I poked it a beautiful young lady named Mahri walked in front of me. She was as grossed out as I was. We both said hello and we both went in the same direction towards the Coffee shop.

"So where do you work?" I asked even though I already knew

"At Charleston across the street, its-"

"a newspaper?" I interupt finishing her sentence

"You read it?" She asked

"Not on the daily but, yes, sometimes. Are you a writer?"

"Oh no, I could not do that ever! I'm the photographer."She exclaims."Where do you work?"

"Oh I'm a scientist at an MIT lab."

"MIT huh? Im not impressed" She jokes

"How so?"

"Harvard is WAY better."We both laugh at her comment. You would have never known we would have bonded over a dead racoon, but I did, and it was all uphill from there.