The First Day I Ate Chocolate

• Rory Newsome, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2019

I jump out of bed, full of energy and race out towards my aunt's huge living room.

I look over and in the giant magnificent kitchen is a fridge the size of a a small house! I slide along the polished floorboards and crash into the tower. I heave open the door and gaze up at the life supply of food stashed in there. I remember last night my aunt came home with a big block of chocolate. “ No touching my chocolate , okay!” But I’ve always dreamed of eating chocolate but she’s never let me.

I look around for the block and locate it up towards the 2nd top shelf . I think I would be able to sneak one piece and put it back without her noticing. I jump up and grab it of the shelf and stash it in my pocket. I slide behind the bench and tear open the packaging. I break off a piece shove it in my mouth. I slowly bite into the delicious chocolate and let it slowly melt away in my mouth. This is the best thing i have ever tasted! I take 3 more pieces and put them in. Then 5 more and before I know it the whole bar is gone!

I hear my aunt stomping down the hallway I panic and run into a spare bedroom and under the bed. I hear my aunt yelling my name but i don’t move. My hearts beating. I decide i'd better go out and talk to her before she goes to the fridge. I slowly walk out pretending to be waking up.” Good morning Aunt” , I say with a yawn.
I ran back in and pretended to be asleep as she went to the fridge. She storms in and stands at the end of the bed. “Ughhhh" she groaned." Whatever then, I guess you had to try it sometime”. We both laugh and laugh until she gets me to wash the dishes.