Always Read The Label, chapter 3
Tre's POV
Suddenly we heard a scream from one of the teenies. "AHHH! I BROKE MY NAIL!!!" This was our chance to get away from them. "OH MY GOSH! MY NAIL!!!" Haha suckers. We had gotten away easily; all the attention was on the girl with the broken nail.
"We've so gotta get out of here guys," said Billie.
"Uh...guys...where's the exit?" asked Mike.
DAMN! We had gotten away from the teenies, but now we needed to find the exit to get the hell out of Wal-Mart!!! We looked around for 'exit' signs...none. Shit.
Then someone on the PA said "We had some very special customers here today, Green Day! Here's their latest song, Jesus of Suburbia!" Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Mike, Billie and I shouted and ran from the mob of customers who heard what the guy on the PA said.
Mike's POV
We ran around searching for an exit. But we couldn't find any. I bet the teenies blocked all the exits and took down the exit signs. Geez. Then suddenly...*BANG* Tre ran into a wall. I sighed and looked at him.
"I-I-think I broke my nose! Mike help me!" he said with one hand covering his nose.
"Why me? Ask Billie. He's cool." I replied. Billie looked at me like I was some random psycho.
"What the fuck?" he said. We ended up standing there looking at Tre for about 2 minutes in silence. It was weird. Tre broke the silence.
"Hey look, an exit!"
"What? Where?" Billie and I said at the same time.
The exit was clear, we could get out! We ran towards the exit...well Billie waddled because of his knee. Haha he looked funny. We got about 5 meters to the exit when a mob of teenies with baseball bats came out of nowhere. Shit.
"Get 'em!!!" shouted one of the teenies.
"You broke my nail!" shouted another.
"You stole my shoe! And I want my beer!" shouted Billie. Just then, we saw Billie's neighbor looking for us. Damn. I shouldn't of run over their dog. We were stuck there, 5 meters away from an exit. The teenies formed a circle around us. We were definitely in for it. The teenies had turned bad. This wasn't going to be good.
"Ow...my nose still hurts! Emphasis on the 'still'!!" shouted Tre.
"Shut up!!" Billie and I yelled at him.
Suddenly we heard a scream from one of the teenies. "AHHH! I BROKE MY NAIL!!!" This was our chance to get away from them. "OH MY GOSH! MY NAIL!!!" Haha suckers. We had gotten away easily; all the attention was on the girl with the broken nail.
"We've so gotta get out of here guys," said Billie.
"Uh...guys...where's the exit?" asked Mike.
DAMN! We had gotten away from the teenies, but now we needed to find the exit to get the hell out of Wal-Mart!!! We looked around for 'exit' signs...none. Shit.
Then someone on the PA said "We had some very special customers here today, Green Day! Here's their latest song, Jesus of Suburbia!" Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Mike, Billie and I shouted and ran from the mob of customers who heard what the guy on the PA said.
Mike's POV
We ran around searching for an exit. But we couldn't find any. I bet the teenies blocked all the exits and took down the exit signs. Geez. Then suddenly...*BANG* Tre ran into a wall. I sighed and looked at him.
"I-I-think I broke my nose! Mike help me!" he said with one hand covering his nose.
"Why me? Ask Billie. He's cool." I replied. Billie looked at me like I was some random psycho.
"What the fuck?" he said. We ended up standing there looking at Tre for about 2 minutes in silence. It was weird. Tre broke the silence.
"Hey look, an exit!"
"What? Where?" Billie and I said at the same time.
The exit was clear, we could get out! We ran towards the exit...well Billie waddled because of his knee. Haha he looked funny. We got about 5 meters to the exit when a mob of teenies with baseball bats came out of nowhere. Shit.
"Get 'em!!!" shouted one of the teenies.
"You broke my nail!" shouted another.
"You stole my shoe! And I want my beer!" shouted Billie. Just then, we saw Billie's neighbor looking for us. Damn. I shouldn't of run over their dog. We were stuck there, 5 meters away from an exit. The teenies formed a circle around us. We were definitely in for it. The teenies had turned bad. This wasn't going to be good.
"Ow...my nose still hurts! Emphasis on the 'still'!!" shouted Tre.
"Shut up!!" Billie and I yelled at him.
