Walk right up to the counter and talk to her.
From Create Your Own Story
With quick steps you walk up to your mother and tell her with an overly cheerful voice. “Hi mom! How’s work going?” You walk so fast that you basically crash with your elbows into the counter startling your mom.
“Sharon what on earth are you doing here? You should be in school at this hour!”
“Oh come on mom don’t be such bore! So how’s work going?” You continue with the overly cheerful voice knowing that its bound to annoy her. “Sharon! You… you… what insolence!”
“Emm… excuse me ladies?” A woman has appeared and stands next to you at the counter, trying to grab your attention.
“Insolence? Come on mom I know you don’t mean that. I bet you were skipping school at my age more than I do!”
“I certainly did not! You need to learn some respect Sharon before it’s too late, you’re eighteen for gods sake!”
“Emm… ladies?” If you weren’t in such a heated quarrel with your mother you’d notice how oddly the woman next to you was dressed. She wore a French beret and a military jacket with a plain civilian skirt. Her skin is light brown, probably a mulatto. Her hair is jet black and styled as an angled bob cut which went well with her angelic face.
“Oh mom haven’t you heard the saying good girl go to heaven but bad girls go everywhere?”
“Ladies please!” The woman’s cry for attention is finally heard by your mother. She takes a deep breath and tells you. “Sharon I really need to take care of this customer needs now.” Anna collects herself and turns to greet the customer with a smile.
“Yes Miss how can I help you?” Anna was at least glad that she was about to have a normal conversation with this woman. “I have a problem.” She said while you continued to stand next to her.
“And what is that?” Anna asked.
“There’s a grenade up my bum.”
“Wh… what!?”
Without a word the oddly dressed girl squatted down to the floor and hiked up her skirt. She wore no panties so you could see how her ass struggled to shove something out of there. Lo and behold there was a grenade shoved up her asshole. Despite struggling hard to press that grenade out of her ass the process went by quickly and the shit covered grenade fell to the ground.
You felt your breathing quicken rapidly as your mind processed what had just taken place and what it meant. It was you, not your mother who screamed out the words. “Grenade!”
The was a loud scream of fear as the mulatto girl picked up the grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it far into the bank. There was a loud bang that sent shock waves through everyone in the bank. It clogged up your hearing for a second or two; all you heard was a loud ringing sound. Luckily the explosion was far away so it couldn’t physically harm you or your mom.
When the ringing stopped in your ears you saw that the woman who threw the grenade had climbed up on the counter with a gun in her hand. “Fear the Anacondas you worthless pieces of shit!” She screamed and emptied the mag into the roof while screaming it.
The next thing you knew armed men and woman started storming into the bank. This was a bank robbery and you were trapped inside with your mother!
