Always Read The Label, chapter 4
*Billie's POV*
I waddled as fast as I could towards the exit. Mike and Tre were in front of me and the teenies weren't far behind me. I really didn't want to get tackled...AGAIN.
We actually got out! We got to my car and I couldn't find my keys!!! Shit.
"Come on Billie! We gotta get in the car!!" yelled Tre.
"I can't find my keys! Where the fuck are they!?" I yelled back at him.
The mob of teenies were coming closer. "Guys...I think we should leave the car and run," said Mike.
"Ok...LETS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!" shouted Tre as we all ran as fast as we could to...anywhere. We entered a building, ran up the stairs and we could still hear the teenies running after us. We opened a door into a room and we thought we were safe.
"OHHHHH MY GODDDDD" I heard someone say from behind me. We turned around and saw a huge class of 9th graders wearing Green Day t-shirts.
"Shit. We're screwed," said Tre.
"Fuck yes," said Mike.
"Ok Guys. Just stay calm. We can think of something. A whole mob of teenies behind the door, a whole class of teenies in front of us and a neighbor who is hunting down Mike. Shit," I said to them quietly. We were silently panicking.
Then Tre spotted another exit! There was a door to our right, there were stairs that went downstairs...back to Wal Mart. "Whatever. Wal Mart is better than here," said Mike. So we ran downstairs, and kept running. Then we heard the teenies again. SHIT. The 9th graders had joined them in manipulating us. SHIT SHIT SHIT.
We finally got outside and ran towards Wal Mart. Geez. What idiot would put a school next to Wal Mart? Or Wal Mart next to a school? Tre, Mike and I ran into Wal Mart without looking back. As soon as we got in, some sad, sad group of people were trying to rob Wal Mart. Pfft. They were wearing full black and had the whole beanie thing and had guns and dynamite. Oh shit...guns. I started to shiver and became really nervous.
"YOU THREE!!! DOWN ON THE FLOOR," yelled one of them.
We got down on the floor and stayed quiet. Then the extra-large mob of teenies came into the store.
"Fuck," I said to myself. The teenies just screamed and ran out of Wal Mart because of the robbers. "Yes!" I said.
"SHUT UP!" said the dude with the gun.
"NOW, GIVE US ALL YOUR MONEY!!" yelled the dude to the guy at the cash register.
"Psst. Billie. Tre," whispered Mike. "We'll try and get the dynamite."
"Right. Dynamite...uh...how?" I asked.
"Tre. You distract him." Tre nodded.
"I'll snatch the dynamite and Billie, you grab the gun and run." Mike was really sure about this. I gulped.
"Tre...go."
*Tre's POV*
I stood up.
"GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR OR I'LL SHOOT YOU!!" The dude yelled.
"Hey turkey! You gonna shoot me?" I asked him. He needed anger management.
Mike moved behind the dude and grabbed the dynamite.
"Oh look, you have dynamite," said Mike. He was distracting the dude while I called the police.
I had a feeling this wouldn't be good.
Billie stood up and tried to grab the gun. The dude was way too strong for him.
He flung Billie to the floor.
Everyone in Wal Mart screamed.
Billie had been shot in the leg.
I waddled as fast as I could towards the exit. Mike and Tre were in front of me and the teenies weren't far behind me. I really didn't want to get tackled...AGAIN.
We actually got out! We got to my car and I couldn't find my keys!!! Shit.
"Come on Billie! We gotta get in the car!!" yelled Tre.
"I can't find my keys! Where the fuck are they!?" I yelled back at him.
The mob of teenies were coming closer. "Guys...I think we should leave the car and run," said Mike.
"Ok...LETS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!" shouted Tre as we all ran as fast as we could to...anywhere. We entered a building, ran up the stairs and we could still hear the teenies running after us. We opened a door into a room and we thought we were safe.
"OHHHHH MY GODDDDD" I heard someone say from behind me. We turned around and saw a huge class of 9th graders wearing Green Day t-shirts.
"Shit. We're screwed," said Tre.
"Fuck yes," said Mike.
"Ok Guys. Just stay calm. We can think of something. A whole mob of teenies behind the door, a whole class of teenies in front of us and a neighbor who is hunting down Mike. Shit," I said to them quietly. We were silently panicking.
Then Tre spotted another exit! There was a door to our right, there were stairs that went downstairs...back to Wal Mart. "Whatever. Wal Mart is better than here," said Mike. So we ran downstairs, and kept running. Then we heard the teenies again. SHIT. The 9th graders had joined them in manipulating us. SHIT SHIT SHIT.
We finally got outside and ran towards Wal Mart. Geez. What idiot would put a school next to Wal Mart? Or Wal Mart next to a school? Tre, Mike and I ran into Wal Mart without looking back. As soon as we got in, some sad, sad group of people were trying to rob Wal Mart. Pfft. They were wearing full black and had the whole beanie thing and had guns and dynamite. Oh shit...guns. I started to shiver and became really nervous.
"YOU THREE!!! DOWN ON THE FLOOR," yelled one of them.
We got down on the floor and stayed quiet. Then the extra-large mob of teenies came into the store.
"Fuck," I said to myself. The teenies just screamed and ran out of Wal Mart because of the robbers. "Yes!" I said.
"SHUT UP!" said the dude with the gun.
"NOW, GIVE US ALL YOUR MONEY!!" yelled the dude to the guy at the cash register.
"Psst. Billie. Tre," whispered Mike. "We'll try and get the dynamite."
"Right. Dynamite...uh...how?" I asked.
"Tre. You distract him." Tre nodded.
"I'll snatch the dynamite and Billie, you grab the gun and run." Mike was really sure about this. I gulped.
"Tre...go."
*Tre's POV*
I stood up.
"GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR OR I'LL SHOOT YOU!!" The dude yelled.
"Hey turkey! You gonna shoot me?" I asked him. He needed anger management.
Mike moved behind the dude and grabbed the dynamite.
"Oh look, you have dynamite," said Mike. He was distracting the dude while I called the police.
I had a feeling this wouldn't be good.
Billie stood up and tried to grab the gun. The dude was way too strong for him.
He flung Billie to the floor.
Everyone in Wal Mart screamed.
Billie had been shot in the leg.
