“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Am I really out of Oreos?”
Fred rose from his favorite spot on the couch and opened the pantry, furiously searching for the coveted cookies, let alone anything he could snack on with his full glass of milk. Zilch. He sighed as he ran through a separate bag of cookies right after he got home and finished off the last of his chocolate cereal that same morning. It would be another 2 days until the family made their next grocery run, but he desperately searched for something similar he could snack on during his usual cartoon binge.
He pulled out a large container from the pantry with “Jamie” cutely written on it, and looked into its contents, grinning sinisterly. A treasure trove of sweets, chips, and most importantly, chocolatey desserts he could enjoy with his glass. He thought to himself, “She doesn’t even eat all of her snacks anyways. Plus she only eats the tops of muffins and picks away at her food like there’s no tomorrow!” and took a small selection back to the living room.
For the next half hour, Fred had the time of his life, living it up with his favorite show and a baker’s palette to top it off. His family wouldn’t come home for another three hours, so he gobbled away at big muffins, chocolate crackers, and malt balls. He quickly tore open a glittery bag of homemade sugar cookies from her friends, a common treat that tantalized him for weeks on end, and crunched away at the desserts with big, pearly sprinkles. Fred’s teeth began to ache though, and suddenly he couldn’t stop coughing. He tried to gnash through the sprinkles, but coughed up the remains of his sister’s cookies, coated in saliva and blood. He raced from his spot to the bathroom, trampling the discarded bag and a note from her best friend which fell from the bag’s felt knot.
To Jamie:
I know your brother’s still swiping at your snacks, so I stuck in some push pins again. You know the drill, though it would be wayyyy easier if he just had a peanut allergy or something.
- Enjoy! Katelyn