Sugar Rush || Completed

{ 7 } vanilla dough balls

{ 7 } vanilla dough balls

"Shit!"

At the sound of my friend's exclamation, I sat upright in my bed, alarmed at the sudden end to my sleep. I looked over to the clock that read 7:30AM. Now it was my turn to say "shit!" The shop opened at 8:00AM every day and I knew I wasn't going to be ready in 30 minutes.

"Jasmin?" I called out. I was met by silence. She must be downstairs in the shop. I waited a few seconds before hearing ten consecutive beeps followed by a loud poof.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?"

Not caring that I was in yellow duck pajamas, I raced downstairs to where I hoped Jasmin was. Before I entered the actual shop, I grabbed a rolling pin from the kitchen. Wielding the rolling pin like a sword, I raced into the shop. What I was not expecting was the entire front half of the shop to be covered in flour.

"Don't you dare ask me what happened because I have no freaking clue!" Jasmin warned from the middle of the shop. She was already dressed, but she was covered in a fair amount of flour.

We stared at each other with looks of confusion when I heard the consecutive beeping again.

"Bonnie! Come over here! There's one behind you!" I quickly moved closer to Jasmin but not fast enough. A loud poof sounded behind me and I could feel myself get attacked by a spray of flour.

Jasmin put her head in her hands and groaned. "This is going to be hell to clean up..."

I looked around the shop, trying to find the flour points. It looks like they went of from the front door, two of the tables, and the counter.

"I tried finding out where they were before they would go off, but it's impossible."

I stared at the counter, a frown forming on my face. Already in my mind, I started going through the consequences of this. I can't file a complaint to the police because we can't find evidence of these flour bombs except the flour. We're going to have to have the shop closed for two, maybe three, days to clean this all up. The Christmas party would have to be rescheduled. It's an entire mess, literally.

Beeping from the counter started again. This time, it sounded like multiple as they weren't at the same beat. Then, one by one, the flour bombs went off, managing to attack the entire back half of the shop. Jasmin and I covered our faces to spare ourselves from flour in our eyes.

"This is insane!" Jasmin screamed as she marched to the front door to flip the sign to closed. "Might as well start cleaning now." She marched upstairs to presumably get her ghost buster for dirt and grime gear.

I looked around the destroyed shop and felt like crying.

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After Jasmin went up to get her supplies, five more flour attacks happened. The entire time we were cleaning, Jasmin was muttering to herself about the mess. I just zoned out by staring out the window.

Many people passed by, dismayed about the shop being closed, but only one passerby stood out to me.

Luis strolled past the window, eating a donut hole. Trying my best not to stare, I furiously worked at sweeping the floor. However, I looked up and caught his eye. He cunningly grinned, raised one eyebrow, took a bite of his donut hole, and strolled away.

Sweeping the flour off the floor, my main thought was "What an asshole."

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