Chocolate Kisses
Ever since I was young, chocolate was a fascination. That lush, brown stuff that is wrapped in that crispy, gold foil. You probably think I’m a weirdo who describes chocolate in such a strange way. Well that’s because I haven’t tasted it in my whole thirteen year life. Why, you ask? Well, because my parents are health freaks. Dad works for “Health Now” and Mum works for a magazine called “Say No Junk For Kids”. Your probably think I can get some from my mates and aunties, uncles and grannies? Well, no. Mum set up the no chocolate scheme in my school, all my mates Mums won’t let my have chocolate when I’m at their houses, and the aunties, uncles and grannies thing, well I have none, ok I do but I don’t see them because they all live in Canada (they probably don’t know if I even exist!). Everyday, when I walk to school (I’m not allowed to take the bus because Mum says I need “fresh” air) I pass a little chocolate shop. I stop outside the window and stare at the little clumps of chocolate on the big silver plate.
One day, I was walking along the chocolate shop like I do every single morning and every single week when I saw a boy about my age standing behind the counter. He had green eyes, brunette curly hair and the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I smiled back with my pale skin now turning a bright red, I hid behind my long, blonde fringe. He walked out of the shop; I stood there frozen like a young deer caught in headlights. “Hey”, he said in such a chirpy voice considering it cold and wet (typical Irish weather) “Hey”, I said shyly looking down at my saturated purple Converse shoes. “I often saw you looking in the window and what I found weird is that you never came in, I’m Harry by the way”, he grinned. “I’m Charley and well em…… I was just em…?”, “Wait, your Charley Morris aren’t your parents author of the health magazines?”, crap I thought, I’m caught! “Yeah, sorry I have to go”, I said trying to think of a excuse, “Wait, here’s my number see you around”, he said with that beautiful grin on his face. Great, I’m caught and have a the most cutest boy ever on my contacts on my phone, suppose it’s a win win situation?
Two weeks later,
Your now wondering “What the hell happened?” Well, cut it long story short, were friends now and no I haven’t had chocolate (yet). I called Harry up and asked him if he wants to come with me to the island on the Shannon. He agreed and soon we were off. Along the way we met up with Lisa and Amy, “Well, did you kiss chocolate boy yet??”, nudged Amy, “AMY!!!!”, I screeched, “Stop it!”, I blushed, Harry turned around and did his signature grin. When we got to the island, we set up a little picnic and began to eat are big chicken rolls. We laughed and joked until are hearts content and soon it was sunset. We were about to leave the island when Harry grabbed my arm, “I got you something!”, he smiled, he gave my a massive box of chocolates, “There chocolate kisses I made them just for you, my special girl”, my heart just melted like chocolate left beside a radiator. I took one out, placed it in my mouth and I closed my eyes. It tasted just how I would had imagined it would be but better, suddenly Harry pulled me in and kissed me! I love Chocolate Kisses!
By Charley Morris
Aged 12
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