True Writers

“Both of them was younger than me and they tried to shoo me away,” Annette said, looking in the rearview mirror of her parked car.
“I don’t care if they were younger than me or not, I wouldn’t let them get away with disrespecting me like that,” one of her passengers said. He was dressed in black leather pants, a black t-shirt, and an unzipped black leather jacket. On the left side of the jacket was a logo of a skull engulfed in flames. His chocolate-toned skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“But it’s the way you demand respect that matters,” the other passenger replied. He was wearing white dress pants, a white shirt, and a finely-tailored white suit jacket. The outfit was accented by a red silk tie. His right foot was resting on his left knee, allowing Annette to get a glimpse of his white loafers. The color of the suit he was wearing complimented his caramel skin complexion. She looked at his light brown eyes in the mirror, and as he gazed back at her, she felt a shiver flow down her spine.
“But I shouldn’t have to demand respect from people like that. They are there to help people, and should know how to treat people,” Annette said, fiddling with the object sitting in her lap.
“Yeah,” Black replied. “Why have a job like that if you’re just gonna be rude to people all the time?”
“Maybe they were having a bad day,” White said, running his hands over his corn rowed hair.
“Having a bad day doesn’t mean they should’ve taken it out on me,” said Annette. She pulled at the bottom of her flowery blouse and ran her hands over it, trying to simultaneously smooth her blouse and her agitation.
“Yeah, those muthafuckas were just wrong for that,” Black said, his voice getting a little louder. The leather he wore creaked as he gesticulated with his hands.
“Now just calm down, bro. There’s no need for you to be getting this upset,” White said, trying to soothe the man sitting next to him.
“No need to get upset? That’s part of your problem. You never want to stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you. Stop being Such. A. Damn. Pussy!” This last part was accompanied by Black poking White in the chest with his index finger with every word.
“Now why are you calling me names like that?” White asked, pushing Black’s finger away. “I’m not the one that started this whole mess,”
“Yeah, those rude fucking people that Annette had to deal with earlier are the ones who started this.”
“If they would’ve just handled my business like they were supposed to, we wouldn’t be sitting here in this damn car talking about this shit,” Annette said, still fidgeting. She gripped the object and pulled her hand back quickly, filling the car with the sound of metal components working together.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about,” Black said, a smile on his face.
“Now, Annette, you need to seriously think about what you’re about to do,” White said, reaching forward and tenderly placing his hand on Annette’s shoulder. “Think about the consequences.”
“The consequences will be they will learn not to fuck with people like that anymore. They need to learn that we’re still people and not fucking animals!” Annette practically yelled as she jerked her shoulder from underneath White’s hand.
“And doing this is gonna prove that you’re not an animal?” White asked.
“Oh, she’s an animal all right. She’s a fucking shark, and you don’t mess with a shark,” Black said, the excitement easily readable in his dark brown eyes.
Annette opened the car door and stepped out. She took a quick glance into the empty back seat of the car and took a deep breath. With the gun held firmly in her hand, she stalked across the sidewalk and entered the office building.