Second one today!
iWant a Taste
Word: Wrapper
I held the spherical piece of candy between my middle and pointer fingers, marveling at its shiny, dark green wrapper. I knew I shouldn't be touching this candy, much less actually looking at it; because if Sam were to come down stairs from Carly's room, then she'd surely kill me, or at the very least, beat me to a bloody pulp, if she saw that I was messing with her last piece of English Surgers.
And I also knew I shouldn't be unwrapping the bright pink candy from its dark green wrapper, but I was and I couldn't stop. It was like I was a puppet, and someone was pulling my strings, leaving me to have no control over my body. And that scared, yet excited me.
The wrapper made a crinkling sound as I tried smoothing it out by using the edge of the kitchen table. Once that was done, I laid it out on the table, and inspected it and the bright pink sphere of candy in my hand. Sometimes, I just wish that I could free Sam from her shiny, dark green wrapper that she hides herself in and see that bright pink piece of candy she was on the inside.
Without really thinking, I popped the candy into my mouth, rolling it around on my tongue and thinking that it sure was called English Surgers for nothing. This thing sure held a kick to it (I wondered, briefly, if this was what Sam tasted like).
And, just to make my future demise sooner (note the sarcasm), I bit into the candy, cracking it open only to taste this sour goo, and that only led to letting out a really audible gurgling sound as I flinched and knocked over Spencer's fish bowl.
Even though the bowl was un-inhabited by any living organism, it was filled with water, which caused even more damage as the bowl made impact with the floor and busted into to pieces. Big and small pieces of glass shot over the floor, some even landing upon my shoes. I just gaped in shock of it all.
It was then, I noticed, that Carly and Sam were at my side, both in the same state as I was. But that didn't last long; at least it didn't for Sam who just noticed that I was eating her candy.
"Benson..." was all she said before she pounced, knocking me off my chair and onto to the floor, which was, fortunately, not covered by glass.
"OPEN UP!!" she screeched, squeezing my cheeks with both of her hands. And I tried to tell her that the candy was almost gone and there was no use in trying to get it back, but it seems that she and my vocal box would have none of it.
I grasped her wrists, and pushed them as far away as my limited strength could.
"Want it?! Fine!!" And that's when I rammed my mouth onto hers, pushing my tongue through her shocked lips. Let her taste that!
And she did. Her tongue shot its way pass my lips and into my mouth, exploring every possible place she could.
And then, it was over, and she was pushing me onto my back, and standing up. She smirked, then bared her teeth, showing off the small piece of wore down candy she had obtained. I only gave her a grin, and thought, So that's what she tastes like: more powerful than a hundred English Surgers, of course.