It had started off quite innocently. He had stopped at a local minimart to see if he could grab something to snack on as he walked. The trick with laying low was moving when they expected you to be hiding and hiding when they expected you to be moving. It was a skill he'd developed quite by accident, and boy was it coming in handy.
He could not even bring himself to enjoy the little rebellion he was throwing in the mobs face.
Sighing, Treshawn packed his pockets full of little cakes and treats, knowing that he had to eat something, and right now, his body craved sugar. In the corner, the bored cashier flipped through another page in his magazine, not even noticing the boy a few isles over. Somewhere over Tre's shoulder, an old television screen was spewing advertisements in cheery voice. His fingers paused over a basket of Ringpops, his eyes flickering over the flavors. Blue raspberry, green apple, cherry.
"Drink a Redbull!" The TV exclaimed, a comical 2D cartoon with a bottle of the energy drink flashing across the screen. Tre's eyes went up briefly to the fuzzy image, trying to distract himself from the candy held loosely in his hand.
"It gives you wiiiiings!!!"
The world went lopsided, then it was a half hour later, he was half into a convenience store fridge, lamenting the fact that there was only sixteen cases of the energy drink, with six of each drink. He was feeling wired, the combination of artificial energy and sorrow nearly sending his nerves on fire. The fact kept circling back to him.
No matter how many Redbulls he drank, no matter how many times he downed one and looked around, it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't going to bring her back.
It wasn't going to give him his Wings.
He could not even bring himself to enjoy the little rebellion he was throwing in the mobs face.
Sighing, Treshawn packed his pockets full of little cakes and treats, knowing that he had to eat something, and right now, his body craved sugar. In the corner, the bored cashier flipped through another page in his magazine, not even noticing the boy a few isles over. Somewhere over Tre's shoulder, an old television screen was spewing advertisements in cheery voice. His fingers paused over a basket of Ringpops, his eyes flickering over the flavors. Blue raspberry, green apple, cherry.
"Drink a Redbull!" The TV exclaimed, a comical 2D cartoon with a bottle of the energy drink flashing across the screen. Tre's eyes went up briefly to the fuzzy image, trying to distract himself from the candy held loosely in his hand.
"It gives you wiiiiings!!!"
The world went lopsided, then it was a half hour later, he was half into a convenience store fridge, lamenting the fact that there was only sixteen cases of the energy drink, with six of each drink. He was feeling wired, the combination of artificial energy and sorrow nearly sending his nerves on fire. The fact kept circling back to him.
No matter how many Redbulls he drank, no matter how many times he downed one and looked around, it wasn't going to happen. It wasn't going to bring her back.
It wasn't going to give him his Wings.
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