“Hey, get back here!” the Wal-Mart police yelled.
“You’ll never take me alive!” I yelled, shooting the bullet-like things from the Nerf guns at them.
They just don’t get what it’s like to have fun.
I knew that I couldn’t get caught. They’d probably take me to the Wal-Mart jail. I quickly ran into the girls’ bathroom, locked the stall, and listened as they sprinted past. Stupid cops. Only the best days can come from Wal-Mart, I thought, smirking. I decided to just sit for awhile, and thought over what I was going to do next on my Wal-Mart fun-day…when I suddenly fell asleep.
Wal-Mart is awesome.
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Idiot in Wal-MartTeen Fiction
Annette was never mature. Her friends always described her like this: crazy, childish, loud, annoying, and really anything else of the sorts. That’s probably why she’s known as “Crazy.” When one day, Crazy gets locked in Wal-Mart, the world just tu...