Sarah and I giggled as we found those cutesy little cars that younger kids would get in and ride around with. I hopped in the Barbie jeep, and Sarah got on the My Little Pony bike. We giggled again as we heard Trevor whistling, unsuspecting to our latest weirdness.
“What are you guys—”
“Vroom, vroom!” I yelled over him.
“Beep, beep!” Sarah screamed.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I should’ve known better by this point.”
He sighed. “How long are you guys going to be doing that?”
He glared at us. “Fine. No cookies for Sarah and Annette.”
We looked at each other, both screaming, “COOKIES!”
YOU ARE READING
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...