The Brunette with an Attitude

Chapter 3: Groceries and ...Butts?

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"Logan Christopher Anderson!" I yell as loud as I can.

You see, I had already gotten home from school and I am currently ravaging through the refrigerator looking for something to stuff my face with. I already checked the pantry but there was no luck. My stupid brother had probably been lurking aroud all day. He had just recently graduated from high school in the honors row. He's book smart but definitely not people smart . . . or whatever they call it.

"Ugh you're here, what do you want and why do you have to yell so loudly?" He said clearly annoyed by my yelling.

"Why is there no food in the pantry? " By no food, I meant something I would like to snack on. There was mostly canned soup and numerous packs of Dr. Pepper.

"Do I need to answer that?" He asks stupidly.

"Of course you do, you know how I get when I'm hungry." I say almost shouting.

"You know how I get when I'm hungry." He says mimicking me with a much girlier voice.

"You're an idiot." I say shaking my head. I just know I'm going to have to get food myself. I'm going to the grocery store.

Myself.

My mom is a stay at home mom / interior designer. So she's working on one of her 'big projects' and a 'big project' requires her paying a lot of attention to it so she probably was too busy to buy food and stuff. All in all, my mom is the best mother ever.

"Here." He throws his car keys to me or rather, at me. I move around until I get hold of the car keys.

"I don't want to drive your car, I'll drive mine." I throw his car keys back at him.

As I retreat, I swear I heard him mimick me.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and exit the house. I get into my car, reverse and drive off.

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"Move, old lady, move!" An annoying little kid behind me yells.

"Do I look old to you?" I snap at the boy.

"Mommy!!!" The obviously spoilt brat yells out. His mother then turns around and gives me a death glare. I swear, if looks could kill I'd be in my black matted coffin 7" below the ground.

I'm just that evil.

"Hi, nice to meet you too. Your son is a gift to the human race." I spit out sarcastically.

Such a whippersnapper...I'm not even 18 yet!

"Hello. You're welcome to Mayer Mart and you're our 1000th customer!" First I turn around wondering who this person is talking about secretly hoping it isn't me.

Then suddenly, two incredulously good looking guys come out from nowhere dressed in nothing but khaki shorts. One of them throw me up into the air on his shoulder and the second one sings this ridiculously annoying jingle that makes me want to chop off my ears.

I kick and punch, but to no avail. The guy wouldn't even budge.

I watch as the tame crowd in the store takes humor out of my quandary.

After failing to obtain freedom from his detrimental act, the guy drops me down onto the floor and scurries off before I can yell at him and kick him in places that would cause him so much pain, he would need therapeutic assistance for a lifetime.

"What was that! " I yell at cashier person. Guy to be more specific. Middle aged.

"That would be our treat to you ma'am, for being our 1000th customer. " This is stupid.