I am happy.
The day is bright,birds are chirping and I had just bought the book I'd read to the end to prove my best friend wrong on my said lack of concentration.
Best part: It didn't have a blurb and I had no clue to what was between the covers.
"I am going to read this book page to page and not lose concentration at all. I can't wait to find out what happens in the end!" I squeal as I step out of the bookshop.
"Let me save you the stress, she does in the end." A guy in a loose grey jacket says as he walks past me.
My eyes widen in horror.
Wh-What?
I open the backpage right to the last paragraph.
My eyes close as I feel my body numbing. As my consciousness starts to fade, I comfort myself with what the world will remember me as.
A hero.
I swerve on my heel back into the bookshop and walk straight to the counter.
"I'd like to return this. Please?"
The guy behind it wordlessly points at an elevated sign I had definitely not noticed before.
It had 'NO REFUNDS ' printed on it in bright red capital letters. I could feel myself deflating.
"There isn't any chance you could... " I trail off, hoping he'd catch my drift but he just shakes his head.
"Oh. Thanks." I reply and walk away.
Darn.
I step out into the suddenly annoyingly bright day, itching for earplugs to plug out the noisy twitting of the pooping winged feathered creatures.
I groan in annoyance only for my eyes to settle on the one who caused all this - Him.
He is standing some metres away backing me, talking to another boy who looks about ... 10?
Anger suddenly erupts in me and my hand holding the book flies up and comes down without it a second later.
I pride myself for having very good aim so I can assure you, I do not miss.
The hardcover book hits him square at the back of his head before landing gracefully on the floor, beside his feet.
He yelps, picking it up and examining it with a frown. The other boy is looking at me, the 10 year old one and if you ask me, he looks like the type too smart for their age.
Should I run?
No, I didn't do anything wrong. He brought it upon himself.
The 10 year old gestures at me and the first one turns, both proceeding to stare at me.
On a second thought...
I turn tail and skedaddle, trying not to think about the fact that I just discarded my 50 dollars, well 49 dollars and 99 cents, the last cent for tax but that doesn't matter.
I just wasted 50 dollars!
My mind goes back to the idiot and I scowl .
Asshole.
