Bad Attitude

Ch. 1

My converse were getting worn out on the hot pavement. I swear I walked miles already, my jacket over my right shoulder holding it with my arm. Sweat ran down my forehead hitting my Ray Bans that I adjust and fidget with often. Finally reaching a small party store I seen your average clerk working. He was about late 20's early 30's, over weight in the stomach region and thin, brown, curly hair.

" Look a 'lil young to be out on your own." I'm 17 you swine I said in my head as I answered " I was a bigger man than you are now at 12." He glares, mumbles, and I move on walking. Everything seemed to be outdated and dusty, the whole place looked run-down. I went over to the drinks at a Monster and pull out my wallet hooked on a chain in the blue jeans I been wearing for the past three days. Two dollars and some change, I knew my shit was getting low, but I didn't know how bad. I take it up to the counter and tilt over my wallet spilling the change on the table. He starts moving it with his chubby index finger sliding them one by one.you 

" You got $2.83 my friend. Look like no go on your drink mister 'I been a man since 12'. "Look," I gritted out, " the drinks only $3.06, I been walking for the past 8 hours down to this piece of shit part store / gas pump place to get my favorite fucking drink, not to antagonized by you're ' I don't get pussy self'. So fucking deal, okay? 
" Dude, you have a bad attitude." He snarled back.

" I do.? How about try yourself , buddy, you need a mirror."

" Ha. I don't have a quarter of what you do"

I start to get heated, I reach down and grip my MG, with gold and diamonds. I put on my black bandanna.

"Oh that real cute kid, especially your toy gun, look I'll give you 10 seconds to leave before I have to get up. "

I quickly draw my gun just shooting the bullet a few centimeters passed his ear  hitting a pint of Fireball behind him. He starts to come at me and we start fight but more looking like us trying to hold each other in our arms while he tried to get the gun. The door bell went off and a customer walks in, a woman, about mid 20's, bangin' body. Before we notice the gun goes off and shoots her. We both panic as I rush towards her and pick her trying to keep her wake. She mutters out, " My... My-m- my-.. Baby gi-girl. Jes."

We both look over to and old trans am with a little girl in the front seat, about 1 and a half. I look back at down then up at him, shaking my head, " She's dead." 

"YOU DID IT" we both spit out and point like 10 year old's.