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...