"Here is your iced coffee with... eight sugars... and cherry syrup..." The woman at the counter had a dumbfound look on her face as she held the coffee out to the girl. The barista had on a black apron and a tacky black visor. Everything about the woman holding the coffee and the cheap franchise she worked at irritated the girl, except the coffee itself of course. The girl took the coffee as the barista said, " That will be $3.25."

A look of disgust shot across the girl's face. Her voice was elevated and venomous,

"Bitch please! I don't pay for coffee, I don't pay for anything! I'll bet you screwed it up anyway!" The girl picked up her sledge hammer from where it leaned against the counter and walked out the door. The handful of customers as well as the employees where speechless. The few standing between her and the door quickly got out of the girl's path. Just outside the door she paused to look up at the sky and took a sip of her coffee. It was just the way she liked it. She took a deep breath, set her hammer down so that it stood straight up, and carefully set her coffee on top of the handle to balance. From a pocket in her skirt she pulled out a smart phone and tapped the music app which began to play Teenagers by All American Rejects. She grabbed the coffee and hammer took a couple of steps then raised the hammer above her head with one hand and began to destroy all the glass widows in the front of to store. Between swings she would take a sip of the coffee and relished every blissful second. The patrons inside cowered a bit and some called the police. And it made her grin with sardonic glee.

After finishing off the windows she took a stroll towards the docks and had a seat on a bench by the water underneath the evening sky. She had a dreamy look on her face as she sipped her coffee and watched the the sunset play its melancholy glow atop the waves.

Suddenly a loud clap of thunder struck right next to help with a quick flash of blue light.

She threw her hands up to cover her ringing, aching ears, spilling the last bit of her coffee.

When she recovered her sight and a bit of her hearing she realized there was a man sitting next to her. She jumped at the sight of him both mad and startled.

"What the hell?!" She screamed at the man still covering her ears.

He was in a stylish wool coat and jeans. He sat with his head nearly between his legs looking as though he vomit.

He turned towards her with some effort and just stared at her with a grimace of pain across his face. She kicked him square in the stomach and then the man proceeded to hurl and then passed out. He fell off the bench and she prodded him with her steel toed boot and when he didn't move she relieved him of his wallet and cell phone.

Blue and red lights flashed in the waning light and police sirens blared and she took off running in the opposite direction with hammer in hand, leaving the man lying in his own vomit.

She didn't get far before running out of breath. She did hate running. So turned to fight what ever the officers could dish out. Two officers got out of the squad car, one with a gun in hand. One yelled for her to drop her hammer. She gripped it tighter. They approached her from right and left, warning her again to lower her weapon. The officer holding his gun was a step ahead of the other in their slow approach and the other pulled out a tazer.

She was willing to bet her sweet ass that the one holding a gun wouldn't fire on a cute young girl so she lunged at him and thrust the head of the hammer in his rather large gut. Immediately after, ever muscle in her body went painfully tense and she froze and fell to the ground. She was read her rights and arrested on a handful of charges.

After a few boring hours in a communal cell someone shockingly bailed her out.

It was the man who appeared on the bench. He had changed his clothes but still smelled of vomit. They returned her belongings (minus the sledge hammer) and released her. The vomit scented man was waiting on the other side and she cautiously followed him out. Outside of the station he turned and demanded, " Give me my phone!"

She responded with a quick "Hell no!" and a stomp to the top of his foot. And she proceeded to run from him while he nursed his foot. She made it a solid city block before turning the corner and running straight into someone. She fell backward to the ground. "Who the hell... do... you..." Was all she could get out when she looked up to see the same man she just ran from right in front of her.

"Give me the phone!" His tone was more serious but less loud this time.

She was more than a bit baffled. All she could think to say was, "Who are you?"

A grin appeared on his face and he seemed pleased to have finally got her attention and he said, "They call me the time traveler." He looked quite satisfied with himself.

She kicked him in the testicles. And he fell to the ground in a great deal of pain. She pulled out the phone and pressed the power button. A greenish circle lite up in the middle on the screen and the man attempted to complain but he couldn't breath. She kicked him again, this time in ribs. She turned her attention back to the phone and a laser looking ray of light scanned her eyes. She dropped the phone, startled, and kicked the man again.

"That better not give me cancer!" She yelled at him and picked it back up. This time it spoke to her,

"Hello Nieet."

"How does it know my name?!" She demanded, a bit creeped out now.

Yes stared at what looked like a normal smart phone and said, "Phone?"

It responded, "Yes Nieet?"

She was excited now. "Can you take me back in time?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"With your Time Travel Pro app of course."

"Oh, or course! How stupid of me!" She said sarcastically. Now she was getting excited. She had nothing keeping her here why not do a little traveling.

So she asked, "Could you do me a favor Phone?"

"Of course Nieet, what can I do for you?"

"Could you open the time travel thing and take me back in time?"

The man on the ground gave an exasperated moan in protest, he was still in a deal of pain and had not caught his breath.

"Certainly. What period of time would you like to travel to?"

Another pitiful sound came from the man who still held his genitles with one hand while he tried to reach for the phone with the other. She kicked him in the ribs once more.

"Why don't you surprise me Phone? I'm feeling rather plucky right now." She said this while grinning cynically at the man writhing on the ground.

"As you wish Nieet." There was a short pause then Nieet saw the colorful logo for the Time Travel Pro app displayed on the screen. The phone then said, "Opening app... Initiating travel sequence... Setting date for 1751... Warning configuration error!" The screen emitted flashing red lights with the word Warning displayed in 3-D.

"What the hell Phone?" She turned to the man, nearly hysterical. "What is this?!"

The grimace of pain on his face turned into an uncomfortable grin.

A blue light crackled like electricity from the phone and before she could do anything Nieet here a clap of thunder and her stomach lurched forward and her in her skin she felt a cold prickling sensation and her head spun in every direction and all she could see was a white blue light. Suddenly she felt that she was falling. She dropped the phone and grabbed blindly in front of her. Her right hand made contact with what felt like a metal railing and she grabbed at it frantically. She hung to the railing with her feet dangling beneath her. She couldn't see clearly but she could tell where ever she was was poorly lit. She smelled something foul that burned her nostrils and throat when she breathed. There was a heat radiating up towards her from somewhere below. Her sight slowly returned and she saw a metal cat-walk, the guard railing of which she clung to. It appeared to be a factory of some sort. It was dimly lit by some green glow. She noticed that the phone ended up on on the edge of the cat-walk just out of her reach. It looked as though it was about to fall of the edge. She glared at it furiously and asked, "Phone?"

It lit up and responded, "Yes Nieet?"

"I fucking hate you!"

The phone's light dimmed almost completely off, "I'm sorry Nieet..."

"Pitiful!" Was her only response. She looked down and saw a massive vat of a glowing green liquid directly beneath her maybe thirty feet below.

She carefully reached up with her left hand for the top of the railing. It was cold and wet with some gel but she gripped it tightly and pulled herself up slowly. It was no good her hand slipped and she fell jerking the cat-walk with began bouncing slightly from the sudden movement. She held the grip of her right hand but it was slipping. "Stupid future guy." She mumbled out loud before she lost her grip and fell into the vat. She closed her eyes peacefully her long pigtails flowing in front of her face she held the arm that lost its grip before her and she plunged into whatever the glowing liquid was, her hand was the last part of her to disappear. The phone fell from the catwalk just after Nieet was fully submerged. Before it sank it spoke, "Configuration error resolved... Initiating travel sequence... Date set for 1751... Transporting in: 3, 2, 1... Warning contamination breech!"

A spark emitted from the phone and grew until it engulfed much of the liquid in the vat. Then A loud clap of thunder was heard.

Nieet once again felt strange sensations and her head spun.

What the hell?! She thought once it was over. She was lying on what felt like wet dirt. Her vision was gone again but she heard a bustle of people. She was still covered in the glowing green stuff. She could feel the sun overhead. She wiped her eyes clean and the first thing she saw was a wooden sign that read the Old Boar's Inn. She was feeling kind of thirsty. So she got up and noticed the phone lying on the ground. She was still mad at it but picked it up any way. With a sigh she turned to walk into the inn... Then she paused and screamed, "Where the fuck is my hammer?! I can’t walk around in broad daylight without a hammer!” 
She was likely drawing attention to herself in the middle of the street where she stood as her tone was loud, exasperated, and unreserved. “Ughhh! Stupid f-ing human garbage future guy!” She threw her arms down and stomped around a bit. She was still dripping wet with the green liquid she was submerged in. Looking at the phone in her hand she realized that it was also to blame. She pulled it close to her face and screamed louder than before, “PHONE!!!”
It responded in a stuttering and broken electric sort of voice, “Y-Y-Y-Yes N-Nieet?”
“Find me a hammer! A big one!”
“Yes N-N-Nieet.” Strange patterns of light flashed on the screen and the phone chimed, “Processing-ing-ing-ing… T-There appe-e-ears to be an arms dealer a-a-a few blocks from your c-c-current lo-lo-lo-location.”
Nieet turned to her right and began walking.
“The d-dealer is i-in the other d-d-direction N-N-Nieet.”
“Shut up Phone!” She her volume a bit lower now. “I go wherever I want!” Her voice became sarcastic and she asked mockingly, “What the hell is wrong with you anyway? You can’t handle getting a little wet?” 

If she was left unchecked Nieet would wonder around looking for a sledge hammer until she found one. She would likely circle around to change direction, doubling back toward the supposed arms dealer. But she would take her time doing so to make it seem that she wanted to go the way she started out and to spite the phone.