3. Chocolate Sauce
'I take it you didn't get my chocolate sauce whilst you were down there, did you?' Abbie asked as I handed her the sprinkles pot.
'No, I didn't, but let me guess, there in the basement?' I asked, getting really irritated with this spoiled brat.
'Yeah. Go get them, then!'
I huffed down the basement stairs, and, once again, looked out the window. This time, the young girl was facing me, but she was holding a knife. I screamed, grabbed the chocolate sauce and ran up the stairs. I tripped and fell.
Blood was trickling down my leg when I handed Abbie the chocolate sauce.
'I also want a cherry for the top!' Abbie said, giggling in a really annoying way.
'But I need to wipe up my knee!' I wailed.
'Do I look like I care? GO AND GET MY CHERRY!!!'
God, I wanted to punch this kid. Just think of the money, Amy, just think of the money.