Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

12

I'm rich!

Well okay.
Not rich per say.
But a good 20 dollars richer than I was before the day started.

My parents took me to the mall.

Some last minute shopping they invited me to.

The mall closes around 8, and we got there around 7:45-7:50.

Cutting it close I know.

But it was decided we'd go out for a quick ice cream and some family time.

But then my dad got stopped at this one store, and just had to go in for this fantastic last minute deal that was almost about to be over, yada yada.

So while they were inside, I was left alone in the main part of the mall.

Since it was so late, almost no one was around.

And the mall has a wishing fountain.

$$$ Cha-ching! $$$

Unfortunately though I've got a crazy annoying scratch on my arm now.

Some dumb sign - the um, 'all the money from the wishing fountain is donated to starving children' sign I think, I don't know. Something stupid like that - it scratched my arm as I rounded the corner to the fountain.

Remember I only had maybe ten minutes to take off my shoes and socks, hop in, grab as many coins as I could, and hop back out before anyone came round.

And that stupid piece of junk clipped me.

I was half tempted to light the darn thing on fire, and then toss it in the fountain, (Can't go lighting a mall on fire now. I'd be arrested you see) but I'd forgotten my lighter at home.

But hey, 20 bucks!

Aaaand we still went for ice cream afterwards too!

Wahoo.