Me Hungry

A hilarious story of me trying to not let my parents see that I am eating in their room. Told in Edgar Allen Poe style.

 Me Hungry

 

        

        Nervous. The URGE to succeed! Muhahaha! The smell of it, the rage that runs through my veins like popcorn ready to pop. I have attempted on a few occasions to eat in my parents room without them knowing. Around the world, no one knows I am doing this and HEARKEN! The sound of the cookies being crunched. Loud as a marching band to my ears. No one else hears it. You think me mad? Well let me apprise you of this disastrous crime of mine.

 

        I was watching t.v. in my parents room when, aha! No-- I don’t believe so-- There was no aha, it was my nefarious mind telling me to grab some food from the kitchen cabinet. I wanted cereal--no ice cream-- no I wanted EVERYTHING! I grabbed the cheetos, the ice cream, the chips and finally the most praised thing on earth, the nachos with cheese sauce! I grabbed all the food and headed for my parents room. Muhahaha! Oh so gently, I walked so fast I would blind anyone who went past me. Oh yeah, I always walked that fast when I was doing something bad. Hahahaa! I kept the lights off so no one noticed I was in there. I sat in my mom’s chair in the most peculiar way. I sat there and enjoyed my luxurious, large quantity of food. 

        Then while eating I spilled some cheese sauce. Oh No! What do I do! I had no Kleenex or anything of the sort. I decided I was going to lick the cheese off the chair. But then I heard a noise-- oh so gentle of a noise-- of a creak in the wall. I did a double-take and then the noise stopped. I licked the cheese off the chair and then--NO!-- It couldn’t be! A figure walked into the dark room and turned on the light. It was the demon! Oh no! It was my mom! “Look at the food! I confess, I confess my dirty deed!”