“Trevor is so…grr!” I complained to Sarah.
“I wish I could…ugh!”
I sniffled. “You’re my best friend, Sarah.”
“I know.” I giggled, and she did, too. “Well, enough about mean ol’ Trevor. Let’s do something fun!”
“Like what?” For once, I was stumped on something to do. Especially since I had left my list with Trevor…and he’s being a big doo-doo head.
“Like shopping cart races.”
“Oh my gosh! I love shopping cart races! They are the next best thing to candy!”
So, there we were at Wal-Mart, picking out a shopping cart, and grinning evilly at each other as we began filling our carts with the most random things known to man. (And woman! Show some girl power!)
“Ready, set…” Sarah said, adding the finishing touches to her cart.
“GO!” I screamed, racing ahead.
“Hey, no fair!”
I laughed, and poured my first trap: Bouncy balls. I was careful not to touch any of them with my hands, though. I have a severe latex allergy, and I did not want my friends to find that out the hard way—with me choking on my own breath as I slowly die from lack of air because my throat swells up.
“Ah!” Sarah screamed, rolling in uncontrollable circles as I speeded way past the shopping cart speed limit. Yes, there is such a thing. I just invented it. Because I’m so smart that I can do anything.
I can actually feel my head growing with my ego.
“Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!” I squealed from excitement…when a pedestrian came up blindly in front of me. I swerved sharply to the right, running straight into the bread display. I groaned in pain.
“Annette?” the pedestrian said, standing over me. “Are you okay?”
“You’re my best friend,” I murmured just before I blacked out from the pain.
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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...