Fallen Angel

2

MAX

Skipping school, seemed to be the best decision he could make today. Heading to the shopping mall in his car, speeding way to fast, Max had only one thing he wanted to do today. And right now, he wanted a milkshake. Making a sharp turn to the McDonald's drive-in he almost crashed his car with another car, driven by an old grandpa. Max cursed at the old man for almost crashing and pushed his horn in annoyance.

'Stupid grandpa!' he yelled speeding away.

'Welcome at McDonald's. How can I help you today?' a friendly voice asked trough the intercom.

Max rolled his eyes at the intercom. 'One chocolate milkshake.'

'That will be all?'

'Yes!'

At the next window, Max gave the lady sitting in the wibdow, one of his fake dollar bills. They always came in handy in time of need. The lady didn't even notice the fake bill. Her eyes were all on him. Like the whole damn time. He smiled at her, making her blush bright red. Before speeding away again, he even gave her his number.

With his milkshake in his hand, Max stepped out of his car and walked through the shopping mall like he owned the place. His black pants and Armani shirt were both shoplifted by him a few weeks back and his sunglasses he got from the kid he always bullied at school. He didn't even know what the name was of the kid he bullied, it didn't even matter. His sunglasses belonged to him now. Walking into a small store he looked for a new lighter for his cigarettes. His old one broke during a fight with another student yesterday. He took one with an angel on the cover and also a snickers bar and put them in his pocket. Before walking out of the store, a man stopped him.

'Boy, may I ask you to empty your pockets please?' The owner of the store didn't look angry, just annoyed.

'I didn't do anything sir. Why are you asking me to empty my pockets?' Playing innocent wasn't hard to do. You just had to do it right. Max tried to step away from the man, but he wasn't letting him walk out.

'I won't ask again boy.' The man now said angry.

'Then I don't have another choice.' Max pulled out his sharp pocket knife and held it in front of the man.

The man's eyes became big with fear. He stepped away with his hands up. 'Please just go. I have a family.'

Max held his knife closer to the man, by making a step forward.

'Don't do it!' a blond girl said to Max, making his head turn to her. 'You don't have to do this.' She was standing behind the man. There was no way she could come inside without him noticing. Where did she come from?

'And who the hell are you?' Max asked her.

The owner looked at him like he was going crazy, but he didn't care.

'What?' the girl asked. 'Wait, you can see me?'