Chocolate, anyone?

They say life is a box of chocolates. You don't know what you're going to get.

Today, I entered the chocolate store. People kept bumping into me as they grab their treats. I wasn't very fond of crowded places or the boisterous sound of adults or children talking and laughing and talking. Even the sounds of dogs barking and cats purring annoy me.

But today, I felt the urge to buy a box and see what the fuss is all about. I never tasted chocolate before. Never in my life have I allowed myself to buy the sweets but that is about to change. So despite the sweaty bodies colliding to my own, I braved it out and grabbed the first piece of chocolate box I've seen.

When I arrived home, I sat on my couch and opened the box. There were rows and rows of chocolates with different wrappings and I assumed different flavors. But the golden wrapping struck me the most so I took one and placed the box on the table.

I felt my heart race in anticipation. Slowly, I pealed off the wrapping. What would this chocolate taste like? Would it taste like heaven melted in my mouth? Or would it taste revolting?

I took a large bite and closed my eyes. My face scrunched up in distaste. I ran to the trash can and spit it out. There’s an aftertaste lingering in my mouth and I can’t help but feel frustrated and angry.

The half-eaten chocolate is still in my hand. I stared at it wondering what I’m going to do. Should I just throw it in the trash and try another one, hoping this time it would be sweet and savory just like it says on the box?

I didn’t.

I took another bite but this time I was careful not to take a large one. I barely scrape my teeth against it. Although that was enough for as I swiped my tongue across my teeth, I immediately felt my lips curling into a smile.

The second layer of the chocolate is sweet

I savored it; licking the chocolate bit by bit as I took in the milky sweet taste. However, I was not known for my patience because the very next action I took brought me a sense of vileness and despair. I had wish for more of the milky sweetness but alas! Life does not want me to have it.

A disgusting aroma filled the air, I let out a breath and it smelled like liquor. I hate liquor. It stained my mouth and I coughed and coughed as it burned my throat raw. My head experienced a feeling of lightheadedness. Minute by minute, I felt my eyes droop ever so slightly. The taste of the chocolate lay forgotten.

They say life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get. Today, I got a bittersweet chocolate filled with brandy and I hope I never get to taste it again. 

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Interpretation: I have tried and tried to be patient with my sister but I wanted to try and defend myself for once so I took a chance. I got into a fight with her; that was the bitter vile disgusting taste. The sweet taste was my brother comforting me when I was crying. (He’s super sweet!) The brandy thing, I felt when my brother left my room and I lay there and cried myself to sleep. It was the most heart-wrenching thing I have ever done. Now, I’m awake and I have puffy eyes. Remind me never to try it again.