I was never usually one for traveling during the holidays, but since my brother had decided to host Christmas dinner at his place, I figured I might as well go. After the long year we've all had, I figured my brother would be more than happy to have company over. I know I certainly missed my family.
It was early in the morning when I decided to start heading out. The sun had barely had a chance to awaken the sky before I got in my car and drove off. I lived almost a full state away, so leaving early only made sense if I wanted to be there before dinner would start.
I drove for several hours, often switching between radio stations when I got too bored with the songs playing. After a few hours had passed, in order to keep myself awake, I figured I might as well talk on the phone with a friend of mine. I pressed a button on my main console and told it to call Meghan. It began to ring her.
Meghan was my best friend since high school. We'd often braid each others' hair, do each others makeup, and gossip about the goings on in our lives. It used to be the constant talking about boys before she hooked up with one, soon to be married.
I talked to her on the phone for nearly an hour. We began talking about what all we had planned for the day, working our way down to talking about how her fiancé was acting a little suspicious behind her back. I actually never liked the guy much in the first place. I told her to take his phone and look through it. If he refuses to give his phone up, he's definitely cheating.
After talking to her, I found that my stomach was grumbling. I remembered I hadn't eaten so far today. Perhaps it was why I had the sudden burst of energy, from my body burning off the remaining fuel before reminding me the tank was empty. I drove until I came to the nearest turn off with food. I drove to the exit and found myself in a small town not too long after.
I found a fast food restaurant and pulled into the drive through line. It had taken me a few minutes to order, as I had never even heard of this place before. The place was called "Happy Harold's" Judging by the state the building was in, in which it looked like it hadn't been fixed up since the eighties.
As I drove up, a voice greeted me from a black box. "Welcome to Happy Harold's, how can we make you a happy customer?"
I told them what I wanted, they gave me the total, and I drove to the next window to pay. After pulling up, I waited and waited for someone to open the window and ask for my money. Nobody arrived. I became anxious, looking at the clock on the dashboard of my car. It had been nearly five minutes since I ordered, what was taking so long? I looked around, realizing I was the only car around. Surely they couldn't be so swamped they had to take forever on my food.
"The service here is terrible." I said aloud. Shortly after, the window open, a man standing there looking at me for a second before asking for my money. The window had opened so quickly I questioned if he'd heard what I said. I gave him the money and he counted out the change. He handed me the change and the food. I thanked him and drove off.
After I'd made it someplace I could park, I opened my bag and pulled out a burger. I was starving. I took a bite from it. Everything seemed normal before I felt a sharp pain throbbing from my tongue. I opened my mouth before my car mirror and was horrified to see the meat patty I'd bitten into had teeth, and they were biting into my tongue.
It was early in the morning when I decided to start heading out. The sun had barely had a chance to awaken the sky before I got in my car and drove off. I lived almost a full state away, so leaving early only made sense if I wanted to be there before dinner would start.
I drove for several hours, often switching between radio stations when I got too bored with the songs playing. After a few hours had passed, in order to keep myself awake, I figured I might as well talk on the phone with a friend of mine. I pressed a button on my main console and told it to call Meghan. It began to ring her.
Meghan was my best friend since high school. We'd often braid each others' hair, do each others makeup, and gossip about the goings on in our lives. It used to be the constant talking about boys before she hooked up with one, soon to be married.
I talked to her on the phone for nearly an hour. We began talking about what all we had planned for the day, working our way down to talking about how her fiancé was acting a little suspicious behind her back. I actually never liked the guy much in the first place. I told her to take his phone and look through it. If he refuses to give his phone up, he's definitely cheating.
After talking to her, I found that my stomach was grumbling. I remembered I hadn't eaten so far today. Perhaps it was why I had the sudden burst of energy, from my body burning off the remaining fuel before reminding me the tank was empty. I drove until I came to the nearest turn off with food. I drove to the exit and found myself in a small town not too long after.
I found a fast food restaurant and pulled into the drive through line. It had taken me a few minutes to order, as I had never even heard of this place before. The place was called "Happy Harold's" Judging by the state the building was in, in which it looked like it hadn't been fixed up since the eighties.
As I drove up, a voice greeted me from a black box. "Welcome to Happy Harold's, how can we make you a happy customer?"
I told them what I wanted, they gave me the total, and I drove to the next window to pay. After pulling up, I waited and waited for someone to open the window and ask for my money. Nobody arrived. I became anxious, looking at the clock on the dashboard of my car. It had been nearly five minutes since I ordered, what was taking so long? I looked around, realizing I was the only car around. Surely they couldn't be so swamped they had to take forever on my food.
"The service here is terrible." I said aloud. Shortly after, the window open, a man standing there looking at me for a second before asking for my money. The window had opened so quickly I questioned if he'd heard what I said. I gave him the money and he counted out the change. He handed me the change and the food. I thanked him and drove off.
After I'd made it someplace I could park, I opened my bag and pulled out a burger. I was starving. I took a bite from it. Everything seemed normal before I felt a sharp pain throbbing from my tongue. I opened my mouth before my car mirror and was horrified to see the meat patty I'd bitten into had teeth, and they were biting into my tongue.
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