The Bar of Chocolate

Never Again

The Big Bar of Chocolate.

Sitting on a concrete stair in the back garden not allowed out. I won a big bar of chocolate now I cannot go out my dad says I stole it. So now I have to stay in for a whole month, on my summer holidays. Grrr.

Mates knock, can he come out, “no, the boy is a thief”. Looking down the garden, it was a wasteland, big clay chunks around its edges. There was a brown bit down the bottom, called the vegetable garden. It was given that status as rumour had it a Radish once grew there. Four weeks of this and I will run away. I wish I had won the thing in the first place, still if it had not been that then it would have been something else.

Because I was so bored I began to throw lumps of mud at a post at the back of my garden. Then, I thought, it would be a good idea if I threw them over the the house roof. I heard a terrible scream from our side alleyway, one of the lumps had hit my father. The back gate flew open and there he was, covered in bits of wet clay.

This page was added on 10/03/2012.

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