never eat a girl's 5,4,3,2,1
Apr 12th, 2010 by micah the admin

When I was about six or seven I had a really good friend who lived across the street, he was the same age as me and had an older sister, about ten or eleven who really didn’t like me AT ALL. He was really sweet and always giving me flowers and gifts and things. One day we were playing in his back garden, his mum was there, his granny, a few family friends, his sister and us, he was like ‘I’m gonna get you something to eat’ it was a real sunny day and I wasn’t even hungry but he went into the kitchen and came back with a biscuit(they don’t make them anymore but they were called 5,4,3,2,1’s and they were like a wafer covered in chocolate with toffee inside. I didn’t even want it but he was pressing me to eat it so I scoffed it and was sitting there with melted chocolate on my fingers and the incriminating wrapper beside me on the grass when his sister came out of the kitchen, she let out this HUGE gasp, I mean like you would have thought someone had just sucker punched her and started hyperventilating, LITERALLY HYPERVENTILATING and started maniacally tearing at her hair, he and I were looking at her like, what the hell is wrong with her?! Then she started uncontrollably sobbing and screaming at the top of her voice….’She ate my 5,4,3,2,1,SHE ATE MY 5,4,3,2,1, SHE ATE MY 5,4,3,2,1!!!!!! AAAAAHHH MY 5,4,3,2,1!!!!!’ Her granny had to take her on her knee and rock her back and forth while she sobbed and screamed, while I was sitting there like some little scoff monster, with all the adults loudly whispering ‘What happened??’ ‘Oh she ate her 5,4,3,2,1’ and I didn’t even want the flipping 5,4,3,2,1 in the first place. Grrr. O_o

Tanya – Belfast

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