It was a week after Easter and I had run out of chocolate. Yes, I had ran out of the luscious, dreamy Mint Aeros and I had ate every single piece of my Galaxy smooth milk. But my older but more selfish brother had loads left. He was shaing it out between him, mum and dad. But not me, never me. The night I had actually ran out of chocolate my brother had left his chocolate. I gulped. I couldnt eat it, could I? Then I realised that I was looking at all that chocolate. And I bit into it.