Coffee first

A Story by alicia

Cute short story

While on our way to the mall my sister, my mother, and I decided to treat ourselves to a refreshing iced coffees. Sarah always chooses to drink her coffee black. I decided, the people who order coffee black, are gym fanatics and grown men! I'll have my iced coffee with two creams and two sugars, please! We rolled up to the window of heavenly donuts quicker than my mind could decide what flavor to order. To my right I saw a teenage boy carrying a rectangular tray towards a caged dumpster. I took a closer look through the tinted windows of my moms suv and focused in on dozens of strawberry frosted doughnuts! "what, wait, no" Perplexed, he can't possibly be tossing all of those out? I felt a sudden sadness and rage all at once. Before my thoughts could send a signal to my brain, my finger was already on the automatic windows,rolling them down allowing humid air to creep quick. At this point I didn't care, I had dozens of innocent pastries depending on me! "I'll take them, I'll take them!" I shouted. Gravity had taken a heavy toll on my face when his smirk confirmed my worst fear at that moment. He shrugged his shoulders a bit , and headed for the door. I felt my stomach turn and my eyes well up just a bit. Just then My mother handed me a freezing iced coffee like I had requested two minutes previously. I felt excited, happy, and pleased. To be honest....I could never enjoy a doughnut like I do an iced coffee anyways!