Slowly but surely, Nick rolled out of bed. His feet met the chilled hardwood at precisely 2:38 a.m., just before he began to wander about his room.
At sixteen, Nick was a good kid but he wasn’t the best student; he did just enough to get by. He got along well with everyone at school but struggled to make any solid friends. Nick enjoyed music—listening to it, playing it, even talking about it; therefore, that’s what he invested most of his time into. Aside from taking band in school, Nick drummed for a local jazz band. He also produced drum covers out of his basement in his spare time. Nick was on the right track. He’d just gotten his driver’s license, an enormous feat to any teenager, and the school’s homecoming dance was only four days away. Nearly everyone already had their dates, and Nick didn’t plan on going. He wanted to go, deep down, but he figured he didn’t stand a chance finding a date—at least not one he would’ve enjoyed going with. |
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