I needed someone to know...to hear all that I wanted them to hear. I wanted them to know what color shirt I was wearing, all the jokes Josh told me, plays our teams ran, and the color of the car that hit...

The day was November 1st. That's the day my life changed forever.

What was today? Halloween was in six days, so...

Wow. A week ago she was taken from me forever.

Why wouldn't Josh listen? He needed to talk about it too. It wasn't healthy to keep it all inside...yet I'd been doing so for the past few years.

The next day Josh was gone. I threw on a pink sweatshirt that said 'I Love New York', but the 'Love' was replaced with a heart. I had on a pair of jeans, and a slim black tee shirt underneath my sweatshirt...just incase. As I threw a hair barrette around my wrist like a bracelet, I grabbed the cash Josh hid under his mattress. That was his 'emergency stash'. He only had a hundred dollars there. Hell, I'm keeping the money that...uh...the money from the bank. Josh was right, though. We had had only one hundred dollars. The rent was fifty a month...so there ya go.

After I put his money back I went to a market a few blocks away. I picked up one of those rickety crates. I picked out three apples; there was a sale. And then I got some snack bars, again a sale. Five boxes for a dollar ninety-nine. Then I picked up some bottles of water. I opened them up and filled the up with ice, since we didn't have a fridge. We couldn't afford it. Mr. Standa had it removed a while ago when he saw we were having trouble paying the rent.

With this money I could buy so much! Let's see...I could buy a radio. You know what? Yeah. I'm buying myself a nice radio. Woah! It was also a CD player! Wow! Y'know, I deserve it. I'm the one who got the money, after all. I'll just sell my old CD player. It didn't work too well anyway.

After that I went to look at some CD's. Green Day's newest album, American Idiot, was already out! Aw man! I wanted to be one of the first ones to buy it! Looks like it came out in September. Ooh well, more songs to learn!

I threw the CD into my basket. I couldn't wait to memorize it! I threw other necessities into my basket (like shampoo, more food, ya know, yadda yadda yadda) and went onto the line. The cashier was super slow. Not like retarded slow, but slow as in won't move her fat ass.

Then it hit me. I mean, like, BAM! hit me. This weird feeling I got...last time it happened, I think, was when Dare Devil wanted to arrest me...

A man in a ski mask ran inside. And, of course, he was holding a gun.

"Everyone down! Down!"

But no one listened to this jerk. People screamed and ran out of the shop. He didn't shoot anyone. He didn't want charges for murder.

I ran out, too, and flew up onto the building. Y'know, I was finally getting the hang of this flying business. I put my groceries, still unpaid for, on the roof and changed into my mask. I took my sweatshirt off and I threw my hair up with the barrette from this morning and I dove down there.

"Um...Halt!" I said in a deep voice. I took a look at the robber. He was shaking. He was scared! He was actually nervous!

"Don't...don't move! Or I'll...I'll...I shoot!"

"Listen, buddy, I know you're not gonna shoot."

"Yeah...I...I will!"

"What? You want murder charges to go along with this?"

He looked at the gun.

"Man, I know you're not an idiot, okay? No, Electro's an idiot. You...not so much. You probably need some extra cash for your girl or the family or drugs or I don't know what."

He looked at the gun again, still pointing it at me.

"Look, you're lucky I showed up and not the cops. They wouldn't be having this nice little chat, they'd just cuff ya and send ya to jail. So gimme the nice little gun, and run home as fast as you can."

The man was shaking. I hoped my little lecture worked. I'd be fucking amazed if it did. What did I know about his life? I just wanted him to go away and not shoot me. Hell, I don't care if he gets caught or not after this! Just don't rob this store.

He nodded, and slowly walked over to me. He slapped the gun down in my hand.

Without saying a word, he ran as fast as he friggin could.

I looked at the gun. I spun it around, analyzing it.

It was my first time actually seeing one of these things for real.

The cashier was so scared. I pointed the gun at her, humming the Mission Impossible theme song to myself.

"Hey," I called over at her. "Can I get a few snacks?"

"Just...just take them!"

I shrugged. "'ight! If you insist."

I must have taken a dozen bags of junk food.

Then it hit me. (Again, but not like BAM!) I just got this all for free. FREE! Why didn't I do this before...ooh yeah. Because it was illegal. But what was the law, anyway...