I was never very fond of my mother and father, realizing that they're gone and left me here alone is exhilarating. I now finally have the freedom to do whatever I and without the restriction of anyone. HA it's great. I walk down to the nearby gas station. I open the door and walk slowly to the counter. I was surprised to see that no one was at the counter. My lucky day! I jumped over and tried to open the cash register. I kept fiddling with the buttons. Ugh how annoying this was. In rage I threw the cash register on the floor. It opened! Of course all things must submit to me sooner or later. I collected the cash, $363.75 In total. I glanced over and spotted a coffee machine. My parent strictly prohibited coffee for me. This was the perfect chance to get some. I went over and picked out the biggest cup that I cup the I could find and filled it up with piping hot coffee. I took a sip while I walked. ACK hot! It burned the top of my lip and left it blistering. i would throw it away but i was already at the door, So I didn't bother. As I walked out the door two people with hoods on ran in. I slowly walked out. I had recognized their hoodies from my school.Blue and Red how basic. Just as i was about to leave the property of the gas station, I heard them shout," AY YOU, GIVE US THAT MONEY".
I looked back at them and frowned. Do they not know who they are talking to? How dare they demand something of a more superior person. I turned around and kept walking. I could hear them run towards me. How sloppy. How insulting. They expect to hit me a superior being with a flank? I could hear the foot steps getting closer and closer. I turned around and I could see the person in the red hoodie jump towards me. I quickly duck only to see that the person in the blue hoodie expected me to and threw and punch. I threw the coffee onto his chest. All the blistering hot coffee absorbed into his clothes and scorched his skin. He staggered back and fell down screaming in pain. I quickly turned around as the man in the red had recovered from his fall. He was shouting. His mouth wide open, a mistake. I grabbed a quarter from my pocket, aimed, and threw it straight into his mouth. The coin was lodged into his mouth and was quickly sliding down his throat. He fell. He was choking and gasping for as much air that quarter could let him have. I went over to him. I looked at him straight in the eye and smiled. I said
" Don't mess with Karen Ambrosia ".
