I was just gonne eat a few fries...less than half, ya know.
Nobody would notice, I said to myself.
We arrived home and I put the brown paper bag on the counter, the iconic yellow M stared back at me menacingly.
My brother reached into the bag, it was his order after all.
I sprinted to my room and locked the door behind me..
Just then I heard a familiar high-pitched yell and the distinct sound of bare feet hitting wooden tiles.
My brother had found the empty red container.
For that was the only thing he ordered.