Capítulo 43: The Same Way...(Charlotte)

Sitting on a café stool, with my legs resting on the counter, I glare at my phone screen, staring at the school website where my name was written in bold, listed under the Writing Competition Winners. 

I still haven't gotten a single clue what to write about. 

Write a story where the main protagonist is worse than the antagonist 

Now what the hell am I supposed to write on that? The whole idea of it is... 

Confusing, yes. But also stupid. Who came up with this anyway? 

"Hey!" Dustin complains, "I just cleaned the counter! Your shoes are messing it up again." 

"Sorry." I mumble, glancing up at the dark place, with no one but us three in it. Dustin had dimmed the lights so no one notices two unwanted customers are inside. Actually one unwanted customer since Joey was mopping the floors, helping Dustin.