Punish Miss Palmers

You're tired of her shit, she's been nothing but a nuisance since you moved to this street, always calling your mom and dad to inform them "he's up to mischief" again. You're certain she's writing something down in that notepad of hers. Shaking your head you continue walking down to the end of the street, once suitably out of site you slip a hand into your pocket, around the cold watch before pressing your thumb against the button. Your breath catches as time holds still once more.

You can't really explain the sensation of everything suddenly stopping - even though there are no cars, people or animals nearby there's always this sudden halt like you were once surrounded by movement which now ceases to exist. You sigh and walk back the way you came, you see Miss Palmer still standing in her window, a smile spreads across your face as you wonder how you're going to do this.