I biked home incredibly swiftly, knowing that the food was diminishing rapidly. I was determined to feed my cravings for chips. I hastily rushed in the door,  just dead set on those chips.

“Are there chips!” I exclaimed frantically.

“Yes, calm down,” mum said trying to calm me down.

Before I knew it, I was stuffing my face in a bag of salt and vinegar chips.

I got down to the last chip, but the vinegar had caught up to me.

The vinegar was too sharp. My throat was bone dry, my tummy was churning, I was going to regurgitate...

Connor P