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Preface
I blame Lauren. Because really, none of this would have happened to me if I hadn't been forced to work her stupid shift. And yeah, I know Alice told me that no matter the circumstances it was bound to have happened anyway, but I never honestly believed that load of crap. Personally, I think the Elders just didn't want to admit that Je'ol finally stuck it to them, so they said that I must have been guided by "the hand of destiny, which guides us all".
That morning I was late for work. It didn't usually happen, but I had stayed up late the night before studying for my spanish midterm and fell asleep at my desk, which meant I didn't set my alarm for 4:15am before I hit the sack. The result of my blunder being that I awoke the next morning to the sun shining on my face, birds singing in the trees outside my window, and the feeling of the half eaten taco from the night before rising from the depths of my digestive track and into my mouth. After throwing on whatever was closest to my bed that didn't reek of use, barely managing to remember to lock the door behind me, I ran through the busy streets of New York in an effort to make it to the coffee house in time.
I mean, seriously; her excuse for having to miss work was that she had to have an emergency nosejob (because, heaven forbid, the one before didn't look exactly like Angelina Jolie's), and I'm the one who was now late for a shift I wasn't supposed to work in the first place. Anyway, so there I was, cutting across 81st street, trying to figure out how the heck I was going to save my job, when it hit me.
The truck, that is.