(THE ALPHABET SERIES) CHARLIE GETS SOME CHOCOLATE

Barbara told the class thanks, and sat back down. I shuddered. I was up next . If Barbara thought her story was stupid, goodness knows what everyone was going to think of mine.
Without being told to by Mrs Zanted, I took my place at the front of the classroom. And began:

First things first, let me tell you that I don't like chocolate. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't hate the taste of it, i think the taste is lovely, it's just that, I can't eat chocolate, because I'm allergic to it.
Anyway, over the summer, I went to see the new "Charlie And The Chocolate Factory" movie. I've liked the original since I was younger. My mum seems to think it's weird that it's one of my all-time favourite movies, because I can't actually eat chocolate. When they brought out the remake at cinemas, I begged my mum to take me to see it. And one day she did.
Before we went in, Mum paid for our tickets, and said she was going to let me have a pick'n'mix. "But leave out the chocolate," she warned. I'd sighed to myself. She always told me that, whenever I brought sweets for myself, even though it was something I didn't exactly need telling.
Anyway, I brought myself a pick'n'mix, which included Gummi Bears, jelly babies, fruit pastilles and candy canes.
We paid for everything and went to watch the movie. It was excellant, miles better than the original, although the new Oompa-Loompas were quite creepy, but apart from that, it was great. I think I preferred the new Verruca Salt to the old one.
I ewas halfway through my bag of pick'n'mix when it happened. I took out something quite large from the bag, and started chomping on it. Because it was dark, I couldn't see what it was. But to me, it tasted horribly like chocolate.
A flash of light lit up from the screen as I turned to my mum to tell her that I think I'd just eaten something chocolatey.
"Good Heavens!" She shrieked. "What's happened to your nose?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"It's gone brown!" My mother screamed. "Your nose has gone brown like chocolate!"
I didn't get a chance to reply. I immediately opened my mouth and was ick all over the floor.
The cinema usher appeared by my side.
"Take the young lady to the bathroom," he instrucyed my mother. "And don't bother coming back!"
On the way home, my mum told me: "Thanks a lot, Charlie! You've ruined a perfectly good movie for me. I told you not to put chocolate in your sweets bag."
"But it wasn't my fault," I protested. "It must have slipped in there accidentally when I wasn't looking."
From then on, my mother banned me from eating anymore sweets, even a bag of jelly babies, or a tube of fruit pastilles. And when "Charlie And The Chocolate Factory" came out on DVD, she banned me from buying it.

The End by Charlene Samm