Bold words are spoken and Italic words are thoughts. I do not own Peter-Piper's Pizza.


The girl looked up into the calm curling clouds in the sky. It wasn't even cloudy on that particular sunny day. She was just waiting for someone to come pick her up.

It's so amazing how the sky seems to always stay the same, even when the world seems so chaotic. She thought while watching the clouds drift by. Even if the sky stayed the same, that endless blue hope, she still had someone she wanted to save. She knew it was impossible, but, hey, couldn't you hope?

She was startled out of her day dreams as the sounds of a car pulling up near next to the corner of building she currently leaned against arrived at her ears. Those of which were currently covered with her messy blond hair. Why do people bother fixing their hair when they get up, is what she had always wondered, when it will only get messed up later?

Suddenly three men with guns and ski-masks burst out of the car. A robbery! She thought while her mind did what it always did in panic situations. It started rationalizing.

The place with the most money accumulated on the block would most likely be the Peter-Piper's Pizza, seeing as this is an almost dead part of town aside from that place… upon thinking that, she went around the alley at the back of the entertainment center and quietly opened the door to the inside. It's kind of funny, she thought upon entering, I really do act like him some times.

She quietly made her way through the back kitchen and storage rooms, even taking off her shoes to make sure that she wouldn't make any noise. When she got to the prize booth she hid just out of sight behind a thin wall of sheet rock. This place couldn't get any cheaper, could it? She this time the people inside, the small children and the employees alike had been told to come out and get on the floor if they wanted to stay alive.

"Everyone keep your mouths shut! I'm trying to make a phone call!" What looked like the leader of the bandits shouted, spitting as he did so. The hostages cowered on the floor. Grabbing the old style telephone violently, he smashed down the buttons 911 and shouted into the speaker "If you want the people in the Peter-Piper's Pizza on Lincoln St. you better bring ten grand and drop it off at the door or I'll start killing hostages one by one! You've got ten minutes!"

Hidden behind the wall, the girl's eyes narrowed. Suddenly she decided to act. She dashed from behind the wall, jumping over the counter she kicked the leader, who was still right next to the phone (which was lying on the counter), strait in the face.

She heard a loud noise, presumably a gun shot, and then the world went white.


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