You were a cashier at a small supermarket, living your ordinary and mediocre life when a thief breaks into the small store.

The thief was no taller than you and was holding his coat pocket as if he had a gun in his hand, saying the cliché phrase "everything goes!"

You looked the thief up and down as you put your hands up, the thief was a dirty boy who didn't look a year older than you, he wore a uniform with "George" written on it and his hand was shaking as he shouted at you.