by a teenage goth girl

Kelsey was tired of all the stupid so called adults, ordering her and her friends around, telling them not to loiter and accusing them of being up to no good. She saw the boy carried off and felt sorry for him, but picked up the box he left. It wasn't any remote control she'd ever heard of. it only had one button. She pointed it at the business woman looking grumpily in her direction and pressed the button...