User:Garionepsilon/UnBooks:Who Cares?

Monday

Today I went to the corner store. I like the corner store because it happens to sell a most tasty treat that is very delicious. Today I carry a large amount of money so that I may buy a large amount of this treat. mother gave me this money, because she is so kind to me.

As I enter the store, I notice straight away that something is wrong. Half the shelves are empty and devoid of their usual display of sweet foods; the storekeeper is crying and sobbing as he fills a cradboard box with some other sweets, and there is a huge sign hanging over the door saying Closed Forever.

Ever vigilant, I walk up to the counter, place my money onto the counter, and request that the storekeeper allow me to purchase my favourite treat. The storekeeper, his eyes blurred by tears, tells me that he is closing down the store and that I cannot by his sweets anymore. I ask him again to give me the sweets, but he keeps shaking his head and saying that I cannot because he is closing down the store.

I begin to panic, for what would I be able to do when the store closes? Would I have to make my purchases somewhere else? How will I ever be able to eat my favourite sweet?

WHO CARES?

So what if the ugly gasbag closes his stupid store? It smelled of old people anyway. I don't need his sympathy or his bloody sweets. I can easily get the buggers soemwhere else. But to close down his store now, of all days! When I most needed him!

I stamped my foot at the old man, make a rude gesture, and turned and walked out of the store. To hell with him! I'll come round later with a brick and smash in all of his windows. That'll teach the bastard not to close his store down on me. Myyabe I'll take the brick to his head as well. Yeah, I'll show him. I'll show him indeed.

Tuesday

The storekeeper was gone today, his windows smashed and his sweet shelves empty. I was still worried that I would not be able to procure my favourite sweets, but mother insisted that I can buy some of the sweets the next time we go down to the market.

Today I went down the street to play with my best friend Tommy. Tommy is a big kid, but he is cool because he can ride a bike and do cool tricks with the bike. I meet with him on some occassions to watch him practice these tricks. Today was such a day.

Today, Tommy wanted to practice grinding his bike down a railing on a set of stairs. I patiently watched on a nearby wall as Tommy began to race towards the rail. He jumped with the bike, landed on the rail, missed the rail, and hit himself on the rail.

I went up to him as he writhed on the ground, clutching himself between his legs and moaning constantly. I asked him what was wrong, and he yelled at me that he was in fucking pain and that I should call an ambulance. I get upset when people yell at me, so I backed away slightly in fear. Tommy continued to yell, and I covered my eyes in fright. What was I to do?

WHO CARES?

The stupid skater couldn't jump a rail on that useless bike even if someone threw him at it! I don't understand why I look up to this imbecile, he's such a pile of shit!

I rushed towards the bugger and kicked him where it hurts, just to make sure he was still in pain. I then found a sharp rock in somebody's front garden and slashed the bike's tyres with it. Now the twat won't be able to practice his stupid bike skills, and he can piss off and get a real job!

Wednesday

Tommy rang up this morning, accusing me of slashing his tyres and threatening to hurt me unless I pay for replacements. I told himt hat I did not slash his tyres and that he is crazy. I then put down the phone and told my mother to ignore Tommy should he call again.