Yes, you will most likely fall asleep halfway through this first chapter. Amazing, I have the power to make u fall asleep, woooh. Scary, right? Ok. So, this is like a story i wrote nearly 3 years ago, and it sucks so bad, that when i read it i nearly felt like hitting myself for being so stupid and writing a story like this. It was a school work after all, and it did get me the best mark in the class ;D So yeah, while you read it, you will think "OMFG, then his class must be very bad writers if HE got the best mark!" Ok, onwards with the story mates! (Note that this is only the first chapter, and its pretty long, I know, but please make an effort to read XD lol) - And there is a part where i bragg on about snow, GAWD! I HATE THAT PART!
The Flashback
“Just jump!” barked Mr. Peterson, telling me to jump that horrible, steep ramp. He is such an old, mean horrible teacher. He is my nasty ski instructor, who practically hates the whole class, and the worst thing of all is that he hates me the most! Well I am Jorge, a thin, Kit-Kat lover. I live in these wonderful, pale mountains. My best friend is Lisa, who always supports me.
“If you don’t jump by tomorrow I am going to have to give you a big fat D!” screamed that wrinkled-faced, old man. He knows I hate skiing, and he will never make me jump that steep ramp.
“ Oh, hi Lisa!” I screamed, seeing Lisa go past the skiing area.
“Hi,” she answered back.
“Why are you so sad?” I asked.
“ Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” she whispered back, in a very sad tone.
I told her that we should go to my house and leave my old, skiing equipment and then we could go to buy some things, like Kit-Kats!
When we were going back I noticed that the path was covered with snow, and I don’t know why there were some big, long tree trunks thrown on the small, snowy path. Now how all those tree trunks ended up there I don’t know, but I do know that there was no snowstorm to bring them down and to cover the paths with that load of snow.
“ Lisa?” I asked, “ Do you know why the way back to my home is all covered with that freezing snow?”
She didn’t answer back and just kept on walking silently looking down at that enormous amount of white snow. I was a bit worried about why she was so quiet. Maybe someone in her family had died, or something had happened to her. Well I wasn’t paying lots of attention to that because I was to focused on thinking from where I would get money to get those crunchy, delicious Kit-Kats. I was starved after all those arguments I had had with Mr. Peterson about why I shouldn’t jump that steep ramp. I actually just argued with him all the time in order to miss some of the boring class time, and like that I wouldn’t have to jump the pale ramp, which left my face much “paler”.
“Wow!” I screamed at Lisa, “This trip to go to my house is so long, it must be because of the difficulty of walking on this thick snow, or not?”
“Yeah!” she answered back with the same tone as before.
“Well, we are about to get home soon. If you want I can lend you a jacket, because it is cold out here,” I said, “And if you want we can have some hot chocolate before leaving to get nice and warm.”
She didn’t answer back. I am so curious of knowing why she is so quiet. I need to know, and quickly for me to help her.
We finally got home after that twenty-minute walk. My house was covered with all that snow! I was amazed.
“Hi mum!” I screamed.
“Hi honey!” she screamed back.
I went running up stairs to my bedroom to leave the skiing clothes and ski board in the closet. I also remembered I had to get the jacket for Lisa. I chose the red one for her (I think it was hers and she had left it in my house a couple of days ago). I went running back down and gave the jacket to Lisa. She whispered thank you in a kind of an angry voice. I hope it wasn’t because I had her jacket in my small, dusty closet. I went to the kitchen with her, I took out the chocolate powder with the milk, I got two mugs out, the one with flowers for Lisa and the other one with Bart Simpson (from The Simpsons) for me, and two clean and silver spoons. I did all the process of making the drink and then I put it in the “Ultra Power Microwave 2000” to obviously heat it up. We have that “Ultra Power Microwave 2000” because as we live high up in the mountains, it gets so cold that if we need to eat something nice and warm we can heat it up in about 1 min.
We finished having the hot chocolate after 10 minutes, because it was hot and the mug was burning. Lisa seemed a bit happier after the drink. I noticed she didn’t say thank you and she didn’t say hello to my mother. Maybe it was because my mother didn’t say hello to her. It was as if they had had a big fight, but what do I know. I was the whole day discussing with Mr. Peterson why I shouldn’t ski, but well it doesn’t matter, I just want to get the Kit-Kats.
“Mum, can you give some money to go and buy some Kit-Kats?”
“ Ok, but don’t spend it all in sweets!” she said
‘Ok, but don’t spend it all in sweets?’ That’s what I asked the money for. I think she wasn’t paying much attention. I grabbed Lisa by the arm and we went running to the store. While we where running there I fell over on the snow, but nothing happened because there was such a thick amount of soft snow. I noticed that there was less snow than before and that Lisa didn’t help me up, or didn’t even ask if I was ok. Instead she just started to walk slowly.
We went into the store (that annoying little bell rang when we went in), and I went to the chocolate hall. Lisa went with me and as she saw me pick up the Kit-Kats she seemed to have that horrible flash back about Kit-Kats.
“Mum!” I shouted with all my force, “Let’s go to the shop, I want to be the first person to try the new chocolates called Kit-Kats!”
“Lisa, darling, let me put my make up on and I will be right down”, my mother shouted back.
I need to be the first person in the city to eat these new chocolates. Some people say they are these delicious, crunchy biscuits covered in some melted chocolate. It must be the best chocolate that Nestle has ever made. I have a friend in the United States, who says that they already had Kit-Kats in their country. She said in these specific words: “They taste like chocolates that came from Heaven, made by the Lord himself!” That means they must be the best chocolates in the whole wide world, or even in the Universe! Can you see now why I want to be the first one to eat the chocolate? If you were in my position I bet that you would want to be the first one to eat those “Heavenly Delights” after what my friend said.
“Get in the car darling,” said my mother, in her sweetest voice.
We were driving so happily singing a song. My mother suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. I started screaming like mad “Why did you stop? Why did you stop?”
My mother said, “There are road works further down, so we are not going to be able to get past darling.”
I grabbed my mother’s handbag, got out of the car and started running as fast as I could. Some people were fixing some type of pipe or something. I ran and ran non-stop. I finally got to the shop looked in the chocolate corridors. There they were, those delicious chocolates. I felt like they were telling me to eat them. I got one to taste (I obviously paid). It was the best thing I had ever tried. I bought more and more. I ate them all at once because they were so delicious. I started to have this horrible sick feeling in my stomach, I felt like if I was going to vomit all over the shop! I finally ended vomiting all over the chocolate corridor. The shopkeeper was so angry that when my mother went into the shop they decided they would make me clean up the whole floor! Then my mother said I was grounded the whole week with out reading books! How could I live without reading my favourite book? “The Illustrated Mum”. It is the best book in the world, and I wouldn’t be reading it for a whole week! My mum must be crazy.
I ran so, so much just to end up getting to a shop to spend my mother’s money (which I am going to have to pay with my pocket money), eating a whole load of chocolate and vomiting it all out! What a waste! And I ended up grounded for a week. I will never eat Kit-Kats ever again!
End of First Chapter
Ok, so, "The illustrated Mum" thing, i was reading that book in English with the same teacher that had to correct this work, so it was a joke between me and him. Seriously, I want to punch Lisa in the face for being so stupid. I hope someone forces her to eat Kit-Kats *RAWR* Now... how Ironic, her name is Lisa, and I also talked about Bart from The Simpson's, and in the show they are bro's and sis. I hadn't noticed that XD Coincidence? Don't think so! Ok. Next chapter will be out tomorrow I guess, get ready to read the worst book evah! (That is if u dont fall asleep while reading it) XD
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