It's really hard to bring my family and I to public stores. Especially cool places like Home Depot.

My name is Katherine Waters, I'm twelve years old. I have a little brother named Julian who's ten. And we both have overactive imaginations.

So anyway, We were just innocently strolling down strolling down aisle six. I had always had a personal dream of climbing up the tall and sturdy orange structures and peering down at every shopper from my perch. This certain aisle had trash cans and cleaning supplies.

There were plastic trash cans that bent when you stood on them. There were small ones that belonged in bathrooms and such. None of these caught my eye, I was staring intently at a round, shiny, metal one. I had never seen a trash can like that in regular society. It glimmered and beckoned to me. It was like seeing a rare Pokemon in a zoo or something.

With my mother distracted with mops, I walked over and pulled the lid off, peering down into the sparkling depths. Usually there were spiders in the trashcans at Home Depot, big fuzzy black ones. Thankfully this one was clean.

"Hey Julian!" I called out, pulling him away from the fluffy dusters.

"What?" He asked, eyeing me with my trashcan lid.

I gripped the handle and held it up, feigning a pose.

"Guess who I am."

"Steve Rogers?"

I laughed, ruffling his raven black hair, so different compared to my normal brown.

"No silly I'm a knight, off to slay a dragon!"

His face lit up in amazement, he quickly spied a whole rack of metal trash can lids. Julian jumped up and snatched one for himself.

"Now we can both be knights, hey look!"

He dashed across the isle and pulled out a long orange hand held duster. The fuzzy bit was long than his arm and resembled a scary orange lightsaber, the vanquisher of all dust.

"Haha, yes." I grabbed myself a sword too.

We began by sparring, circling each other threateningly. I waved my duster in the air and shouted a battle cry, charging at him with mock rage.

Then we acted in slow motion. My dusters bearing down on his head as he desperately tried to raise his shield.

All of a sudden he dropped his duster and thrust his hand at my stomach.

"Use the force!" Julian shouted.

I made a face and stumbled backwards. Then met his own hand with mine, only a few inches of air separating our skin as we pushed back and forth. Trying to over bear the other while trying to sustain enough space between our hands to make it look as though an invisible force was keeping us apart.

Finally, I could bear it no longer. I fell to the floor, my shield crashing down at my side. It was all very dramatic if I do say so myself.

Julian was just about to finish me off, when all of a sudden a loud roar stopped him.

I scrambled to my feet again, shield hefted and glowing sword ready.  The was a dragon barreling down the isle towards us! It had terrible silver scales and it's belly was as orange as the steep mountain around us. Smoke drifted out of her nostrils as her mouth opened and closed with a terrible roars.

No, wait a second. Those weren't orange cliffs, they were racks holding trashcans. As I watched, the dragon shrunk into the small form of a shriveled old woman with sharp eyes and silvery hair. She was wearing an orange apron, she probably worked here.

"That's right, put the lids back, we don't need you wrecking our stuff." She growled, folding her wrinkly arms.

I puffed air through my mouth and put the lid back on the trashcan, returning the duster back to it's rightful place. The old lady stomped around a corner, where she pretended to fix some buckets, but every few seconds or so she would peek around the corner with her menacing glare.

"Pfft, Home depot is such a buzzkill," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, let's go look at those brushes!"

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Based on the true story