Hannah here - Sorry that I didn't write my Saturday blog last week - there wasn't really anything interesting to blog about.
But today, oh, today, I've got a nice, tasty, fattening treat for you.
Candy. Chocolate, Starbursts, Smarties, Bubblegum, anything you can possibly think of. This is why I hate Halloween. Because, even thought I am a young, fresh, thirteen-year-old, I still have fears. BIG fears. One in particular, the most dreadful two words in the history of dreadful words: Getting Fat. So, this Halloween I decided that I would boycott candy.
Haha. Ha. Hahahahaha.
I even forced myself to stay away from houses passing out candy. But, when you are sitting around with a HUGE bowl of candy to pass out to little kids, you can get carried away. The same goes for having three siblings who are all very much into the Halloween movement.
Every day starts out normal: I wake up, I get ready, I eat breakfast, and then I head out the door. But wait! What's that I hear?
"Hannah, Hannah, come heeeeere!"
"We are caaaaaalling to you, Hannah."
"Don't you want just ooonneeee little snickers bar?"
NO! I will fight the urge. I drag my unwilling feet out of the door and go to school. My tummy rumbles, all day long, no matter how much I eat for lunch. For it has heard the call of the wildly tasty candy, and will stop at nothing to get to this deadly treat.
I get home from school. Conveniently, every piece of candy in our house is strung about on the kitchen table. Oh, Three Musketeers, oh, Tootsie Rolls galore, oh, bliss.
Until I eat about five hundred pieces.
Then my dear stomache stretches out to unbelievable lengths, all in order to enjoy the full effects of an afternoon of candy.
Can you feel my pain?
Am I the only one?
Is it wrong to feel this way as a thirteen-year-old?
Help me out, here!