Rule 1 in getting what you want is think about what you want. I mean what you really want. The burning need to have something. You have to really want it.
What I wanted so desperately was to be rich. Filthy stinking rich. I dreamed of have private jets, a huge estate and enough money to wipe my ass with. I want this so bad because as of now I'm broke.
I have 25 dollars to my name. Make that 20 because I had to give Thomas back the money he let me borrow.
I walked to my flat which was a few blocks away. It was a pretty decent day outside. A smile spread across my face because nice weather always put me in a better mood. I have no clue why.
I was quickly pulled out of my happy trance by someone bumping into me. The person bumped my shoulder, I stumbled back a little. Another person steadied my body so I wouldn't fall.
"Watch where you're going." I said in an irritated tone. "Thanks mate" I said to that man that kept me from falling.
Now I was back to my bad attitude. A deep scowl was plastered on my face because the guy didn't even say excuse me, he just kept walking. Piece of shit
There is a convenient store near my flat. I should stop and get a snack seeing as there isn't any real food at my place. I walked into the store and looked up and down the aisles. I went to the snack aisle scanning the unhealthy food. I went for a bag of crisps, and some sweets .
Heading towards to check out line I whistled a tune, waiting to be checked out.
I reached the front of the line, the cashier rung up my items.
"2 pounds 50" the cashier said blandly.
I reached into my pocket to pull out my wallet. I am greeted with an empty wallet. I could have sword I put money in my wallet. Maybe it's just in my pocket. I checked my pockets and there was no money. I looked up at the cashier who looked a little irritated.
"Sorry, I think I miss placed my money." I said giving a small smirk.
The cashier snatched the items one at a time and put them behind the counter "get out" the cashier said.
Guess I'll be hungry.
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Null&Void
FanfictionI don't know how it all went bad so fast. Maybe getting away with it the first time made me thirst for more. Getting away for 2 years. C'mon. I thought I was invincible. No way I would stop now.
