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"Sweet Tooth"

 Candy is easily the greatest obsession this nation has to offer. The taste is irresistible. You might push through any kind of pain to consume it, whether it be rotting teeth or a disease attacking your blood sugar. You don’t mind the pain, you just want one more bite...


***


I never understood why people liked Charles so much. It wasn’t the way he treats them, he’s the meanest person I know. It might be the candy he’s always munching on. 


He says he’s trying so hard to lose weight because it’s slowly killing him, but from all the junk food he consumes here at school, it doesn’t seem like he’s making good progress.


I hate to be the person to be mean to the overweight kid, but that was unfortunately the case. It might just be because he’s always picking on me and laughing at my torment. 


I got up from the lunch table and conventionally enough, the bell rang a single moment after. Why must my timing be so good? I was trying to leave early to avoid being trampled by all the people running to their next class.


As I made my way down the hall, through the crowd, something caught my foot and I sailed forward and landed on my face. I got up and dusted myself off before turning to see Charles and his friends laughing at me. 


“Have a nice trip.” he said, followed by the uproar of laughter from the people around him.


This was the final straw. I was going to get back at him. And I knew just how.


*** 


The next day at school I brought a bag of brownies my mom had baked last night. The one I was going to give Charles, I added my own special ingredient. I cackled at the thought of what his face might look like after he bites into it.


I heard a voice from behind me, it was Charles.


"What's so funny?" he demanded. He spotted my brownies. "Give me those." He ripped them out of my hands and tired open the bag. 


I told him the one at the very top of the pile was for him. I pretended to be terrified of what he might do, knowing full well how painfully good it was about to be for him.


He took his brownie out and looked to me skeptically. He sniffed the brownie before nibbling on it. He shrugged.


"Not bad," he said before taking another bite, this time much larger. He chewed a couple times before his face twisted in pain. 


He began to cough before coughing up blood. He pulled out a piece of metal, a razor blade.


I rolled on the floor, laughing. Even after the police came and took me away.

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