Too tired to cook dinner, I go back to the fast-food restaurant to pick some up. While sipping on my new milkshake, I start plotting my revenge. Who does he think he is? The actual audacity. The nerve to steal my milkshake! This isn't revenge. Oh no, this is war! Grabbing the food, I head back to my car and start driving home. Wanting to lighten up my mood before my mother sees me, I put on some classic rock and roll the windows down to feel the breeze on my face. It reminds me of happier days.