I saw Brody at his locker. "There you are." I said, walking up to him. "Hey." He said. "What is wrong with you?" I asked him. "What?" He asked, looking irritated. "Why would you tell Lindsey to take money?" I asked him. "Because she needed some." He said, slamming the locker door. I looked up and no one else was in there. "Brody, it's one thing for you to do something stupid, but don't tell someone else too! Thats really bad advice." I told him. "Why do you care?" He asked, and walked to the computer to clock in. "Because I care too fucking much about everything I guess!" I said, and walked out front. I took a really deep breath to calm down. I didn't want to start the day off a total mess. Brody stormed through the store and started doing something with the records. I couldn't see what. "What a life." I said, and laughed. I heard the bell on the door ring, and looked up. I watched a really nervous looking guy walk in. He was trying to look tough, but it just made me laugh. He looked stupid wearing a jacket in such warm weather. He walked to the rap section, picked up a CD, and then walked to the front counter. "Find everything okay?" I asked, and started to ring up his CD. "There is one more thing you can help me with." He said. "What's that?" I asked, and looked at him. "You can quietly empty the cash retisters into a platic bag and hand them over. He was holding his hand in his jacket pocket like he had a gun. I started laughing. "You picked the wrong day to come in here buddy." I said. "Do it, or I'll shoot your fuckin head!" He said. "With what? You don't have a gun asshole." I said. I looked past him, and Brody and Rob were looking at me funny. They couldn't see exactly what was going on. "Then shoot me." I said. "What? Are you fucking crazy?" He asked. "Yes. Shoot me if that is really a gun." I told him. "NO! Just put the money in the bags!" He shouted. Rob started walking toward the back. Probably to call the cops. "Then shoot the wall behind me. Warn me." I said, and pounted to the wall. "You fucking crazy bitch!" He shouted. Brody got a little closer to him. "The guy with the imaginary gun is calling me crazy!" I said, laughing. "Dude, just get the fuck out now." Brody said, and the guy turned around and faced Brody. Brody just stood there. I grabbed the phone, and hit the guy over the head with it. And whatever he had in his hand went off! It didn't sound like a gun though. He fell over. "FUCK! He did have a gun. You're fucking insane!" Brody screamed at me. Everyone in the back came running out. I walked over to the guy and reached in his pocket. I started laughing histaricly. I knew it wasn't a good time, but couldn't help it. I just found it so funny. "It's a FUCKING BB gun!" I shouted. "It's not funny! That scared the shit out of me!" Brody said. "Why? He was faking." I said. "You didn't know that for sure!" Brody said. "He's right." Kevin said. "If anyone robs the place you give them the damned money! You know that Blair! We only keep 60 bucks in the register at any time. What got into you?" I looked around and everyone was staring at me. I felt embarassed and like I wanted to cry. "But he didn't-" "That doesn't matter." Brody said. We heard sirons and looked outside. Two cop cars were pulling up. They ran in the with their guns drawn and looked confused when they saw everyone standing around the would-be robber on the floor. "Okay, who is the hero?" One of the cops asked sarcasticly, putting his gun away. I shyly raised my hand, and he shook his head. I looked around at everyone again, then down at the guy, and thought, "What the hell has gotten into me?"
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I saw Brody at his locker.
"There you are." I said, walking up to him.
"Hey." He said.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked him.
"What?" He asked, looking irritated.
"Why would you tell Lindsey to take money?" I asked him.
"Because she needed some." He said, slamming the locker door. I looked up and no one else was in there.
"Brody, it's one thing for you to do something stupid, but don't tell someone else too! Thats really bad advice." I told him.
"Why do you care?" He asked, and walked to the computer to clock in.
"Because I care too fucking much about everything I guess!" I said, and walked out front. I took a really deep breath to calm down. I didn't want to start the day off a total mess. Brody stormed through the store and started doing something with the records. I couldn't see what.
"What a life." I said, and laughed. I heard the bell on the door ring, and looked up. I watched a really nervous looking guy walk in. He was trying to look tough, but it just made me laugh. He looked stupid wearing a jacket in such warm weather. He walked to the rap section, picked up a CD, and then walked to the front counter.
"Find everything okay?" I asked, and started to ring up his CD.
"There is one more thing you can help me with." He said.
"What's that?" I asked, and looked at him.
"You can quietly empty the cash retisters into a platic bag and hand them over. He was holding his hand in his jacket pocket like he had a gun. I started laughing.
"You picked the wrong day to come in here buddy." I said.
"Do it, or I'll shoot your fuckin head!" He said.
"With what? You don't have a gun asshole." I said. I looked past him, and Brody and Rob were looking at me funny. They couldn't see exactly what was going on.
"Then shoot me." I said.
"What? Are you fucking crazy?" He asked.
"Yes. Shoot me if that is really a gun." I told him.
"NO! Just put the money in the bags!" He shouted. Rob started walking toward the back. Probably to call the cops.
"Then shoot the wall behind me. Warn me." I said, and pounted to the wall.
"You fucking crazy bitch!" He shouted. Brody got a little closer to him.
"The guy with the imaginary gun is calling me crazy!" I said, laughing.
"Dude, just get the fuck out now." Brody said, and the guy turned around and faced Brody. Brody just stood there. I grabbed the phone, and hit the guy over the head with it. And whatever he had in his hand went off! It didn't sound like a gun though. He fell over.
"FUCK! He did have a gun. You're fucking insane!" Brody screamed at me. Everyone in the back came running out. I walked over to the guy and reached in his pocket. I started laughing histaricly. I knew it wasn't a good time, but couldn't help it. I just found it so funny.
"It's a FUCKING BB gun!" I shouted.
"It's not funny! That scared the shit out of me!" Brody said.
"Why? He was faking." I said.
"You didn't know that for sure!" Brody said.
"He's right." Kevin said. "If anyone robs the place you give them the damned money! You know that Blair! We only keep 60 bucks in the register at any time. What got into you?"
I looked around and everyone was staring at me. I felt embarassed and like I wanted to cry.
"But he didn't-"
"That doesn't matter." Brody said. We heard sirons and looked outside. Two cop cars were pulling up. They ran in the with their guns drawn and looked confused when they saw everyone standing around the would-be robber on the floor.
"Okay, who is the hero?" One of the cops asked sarcasticly, putting his gun away. I shyly raised my hand, and he shook his head.
I looked around at everyone again, then down at the guy, and thought, "What the hell has gotten into me?"
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