Flat Tire

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This is the day! Finally, I've been waiting for an opportunity exactly like this! I have gotten my first flat tire.

I was completing my work assignment for my new job I just got yesterday. Slapping my keyboard and taking small sips of coffee  .

"You can go home now," my boss said, "if you have one," he muttered under his breath.

"Thank you boss! So, you like caramel latte's?" I asked as I shove papers and other items into my backpack.

"That is correct." he said smacking his lips and sashaying away from my cubicle.

---time skip---

"Ahh!" I scream as my car starts to slow down. I pull over to the side of the rode and put the car in park.

"Damn it" I whisper.

I slowly get out the car and observe the tires to see if I have ran over anything. And in fact, I did. Many pieces of glass and nails were jammed into my tire, almost as if it was done in purpose.

"Shit." I mumble to myself and trying to figure out how I am suppose to get the items out. And mind you, I was on the highway.

I stand up and try to call someone. To add to the bad situations that have happened. My phone died.

I go back into my car and sit there, lifeless. I look to my cars side mirrors and see red and blue flashes, one right after another.

I roll down my window, "Yes sir?" I ask to the police man dressed in his black uniform.

"Do you need help?" the man asks. He takes off his sunglasses, until, I noticed it was... someone, someone that I knew.

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