The store
The next day after school, Dylan went to the store. This store was infamous for not being too strict. You could easily get soda here as a sixteen-year-old. And that’s just what Dylan did. He handed over the bill that he had taken out of his mom’s purse to the cashier who finished the transaction without any questions.
“Wow”, Dylan thought to himself. “This is the easiest way to make money!”. Without having to do a thing, he had soda to bring to the party. He didn’t have to disappoint his friends by showing up empty-handed and looking like a loser.
It was all so easy. Almost too easy.