Baltimore, Maryland
The Cutthroat Residence
September 24, 2013
9:05 a.m.
After bringing Beyonce her breakfast, Tasha sat down at the table with her head in her hands. There was so much going on in her head, she couldn't take it.
Her minor worries were thoughts such as when will someone find Beyonce? And what will happen once the police find Beyonce here? But her biggest worries were the ones that wavered around the fact that it's been a while since she's done a major crime. Sure, they've stolen small things here and there such as some smiley-face french fries from the grocery store and Beyonce, but they haven't done anything news worthy. If they didn't do a total out there crime soon, they'd loose their criminal status. Once they lost their criminal status, they'd be normal people. A normal person was the last thing Tasha, and she thought this goes for all of them, wanted to be. As they say, it's better to have a bad reputation than none at all.
Her thoughts were interrupted when a sleepy Anthony stumbled into the room.
"Diddaly doo a good morning to you," he mumbled.
"Diddaly doo your butt you old newt," Tasha snapped.
"What's got your panties in a bunch?"
"Life. I hate it."
Anthony sighed while getting the cereal out of the cabinet. After fixing himself some, he sat down next to Tasha and pulled her hands down, allowing him to see her face.
"Well sulking in your own despair isn't going to help," he said. Instead of getting a thankful response back as he expected, he got a face full of his cereal.
"That's not really the look I was going for today," he said, keeping a positive attitude. Tasha couldn't help but let a grin slip. As soon as she realized what she was doing, though, she quickly went back to her bad attitude and scowl.
"You look like you could use a break, why don't you go down to the movie theater?" Anthony suggest.
"Ok," was all Tasha said before getting up to go to the car. Anthony followed close behind. He got into the passenger seat, right next to Tasha.
"Anthony, are you a giant boob?" Tasha asked.
"Huh? No."
"Then why are you hanging around?"
Anthony looked to the ground, too embarrassed to make eye contact with Tasha. After seeing she wasn't joking, he left the car and went inside, leaving Tasha alone, as she wanted.
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Baltimore, Maryland
White Marsh Movie Theatre
September 24, 2013
10:25 a.m.
Tasha decided to go see Lil Boosie On Da Run. It was about Lil Boosie, of course, on da run. She was feeling pretty confident about her choice, until she saw the rest of the audience in the theater.
The only people in the theater were her and a group of teenage white girls. They sat directly in front of Tasha, to make it even worse. Each of them had their straightened hair fall at the their Aeropostale shirt-wearing shoulders. They all had a pair of Sperrys and a cup of Starbucks in their hand. How more clichè could it get?
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The Cutthroats
ActionTasha & Anthony. Otherwise known as 'The Cutthroats.' The couple many envied.The couple many despised. The couple who had to run, to hide. The couple who was also America's most wanted. It's all fun and games, they say, until you begin to slack off...
