HOUR 1: MY MOMENT

Today in what started off as a boring, regular old Sunday morning eventually became the day I became a somebody. She was dressed in a pretty pink blouse with coyly pig tails on each side of her head. Her smile seemed to light up the room as she gazed around her surroundings in wonder and optimism. At that moment I knew she was the one. I remember looking down at my attire and sighed in relief. I was dressed in the most alluring blue and red standing out from all the rest. My name etched in big bold letters ‘CRUNCH’. I looked to my left and saw B (butterfingers) and frowned will she pick me? I asked myself. I always seemed to come second to B in the looks department. Her eye catching yellow and rich buttery taste, as she so highly boasted about, made her the star of all us chocolaty soldiers awaiting our chance to be the hero. With my eyes looking at her pleadingly I called out to her. Her eyes passed over B and Snickers before they came to me. My spirits lighten as I watched her baby blues spark up. This is it!

“Mommy I want that one!” she smiled pointing at me. YES! Finally!

 

I remember giddily jumping into her outstretched hands and sighing in content at the fact that it was finally my time. Without wasting anytime, the girl unraveled me. I could hear my friends Reese, and bubble’s cry out a good bye in a mix of emotions. They were happy, yet saddened by my departure. I waved farewell before it happened. Nothing in my whole entire life could prepare me for this moment right now. Who knew small teeth could be so wounding? Her teeth cut like razors through my exterior (mechanical digestion). (Start of Chemical digestion) I felt something moist touch my cheek and winced in agony. It seemed to melt my skin! I could feel myself sliding past her epiglottis and pharynx as I spiraled down her esophagus.