The Golden Egg In The Wicker Basket.

“Hey Kat, have you seen this?”
Mum had been reading this morning’s newspaper, and now she pushed my cup of tea out of the way, so she could put the newspaper in front of me. I looked down at it, but couldn’t really see what she was going on about.
I looked back up at her. “What?”
She pointed. “There. Don’t you see it?”
I looked at where Mum was pointing. Then I saw it. On the right hand side of the right page was a small advertisement. The makers of my favourite chocolate bar were giving away a year’s supply of Easter eggs and chocolate bars. They were printing ten copies of a coupon, and if you came across one of these coupons, then you would get a year’s supply of Easter eggs and chocolate bars. It kind of reminded me of the Golden Ticket idea from “Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.” There was a copy of the coupon printed underneath the advert. It was a picture of a golden Easter egg sat inside a wicker basket. And the competition would start next week.
“Pretty good, eh, Kat?” Mum beamed. “Your favourite chocolate bar as well.”
“There’s only ten of these coupons going out next week Mum,” I sighed. “Chances of me getting one are absolutely slim.”
But the following week, I was woken by the sound of Mum squealing very loud. I shot out of bed, and went running downstairs.
“Where’s the fire?” I asked sleepily.
Mum shoved one page out of the newspaper she was reading in my face. It took me a few seconds to register what exactly I was looking at. A picture of a golden Easter egg sat in a wicker basket. That was when I woke up.
“It’s the first coupon!” I squeaked. “A year’s supply of Easter eggs and chocolate bars all for me!” Then I saw Mum’s face. “Okay, you can have a chocolate bar,” I joked.
We sent the coupon off to the company, and a week later we received a box with seven Easter eggs and chocolate bars inside. And a letter explaining that we would be receiving our chocolate weekly.
It was great at first, but after about a month or two, the novelty wore off. Mum and I weren’t eating our chocolate every single day, and our house was laden with eggs and bars. We tried to eat as much as we could every day with being sick. After a while, we sent off a letter asking if they could stop sending us chocolate. But then we got a very polite letter back saying we’d entered a contract, and we have to carry on receiving the chocolate until the year was up. Then Mum found their phone number at the top of the letter, and rang them. They got very rude with her, and she hung up in frustration.

It was now six months later. There were eggs and bars everywhere. And I mean everywhere. We had to create towers of eggs and we were afraid to walk anywhere in case we caused an egg quake.
One morning, I got up for school. I went into the bathroom, and turned on the hot tap for a wash. I looked into the mirror so I could wash my face with my flannel. But before I could, I screamed.
In the mirror, the reflection of a giant Easter egg with arms was looking back at me. And one of it’s arms was holding a flannel, and was just about to wash it’s face…