I did it, but at what cost. Everything, everything I had, everyone I loved, every one of my dreams. I went to the Pizza Hut and gave them a slice of pizza and the employee behind the counter said “mmmmm oh yeah” a better reaction to the pizza he had bought at the hut when he tasted it. He looked at me in horror and pointed a scrawny twisted, greasy finger at me and in a raspy voice said “youuuuuuuuu.” He instantly turned white as the life drained from his eyes. He turned to ash and so did all the other workers. The manager came out of his office and shrieked “SOMEONE DID IT HE DID IT” He also turned to ash instantly. I ran home thinking about what I did and I got a call from my mom. She said in a sad voice that the cops shot my dad, and everyone else in my family on sight. When I asked why she was shot. The policeman picked up the phone and told me “you out pizza’d the fucking hut.”
