The Demon Of Sweets

I’ll never forget the time our school was attacked by a demon. It was during my 6th-grade year. My language arts teacher gave us an assignment. It was to write a five-page essay on what our favorite breakfast food was and present it in front of the class.

Naturally, I chose Cinnamon Toast Crunch due to its superior flavor, texture, and milk flavoring capabilities. However, when I mentioned this to some of my other classmates I was met with hostility. I was challenged by none other than Jim. He and I had a rivalry that began in second grade when I beat him in an intense 3rd generation Pokemon battle.

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch is nothing compared to Peanut Butter Crunch,” I heard him call out to me.

He had insulted Cinnamon Toast Crunch’s honor. That was something I could not allow. I stood up, slamming my hands on my desk in the process.

“Please if I wanted peanut butter cereal I’d go with Reese’s Puffs. It has chocolate in it and doesn’t make the roof of your mouth bleed,” I shot back at him.

A look of rage passed over Jim’s face. He and I started hurling insults at each other until our teacher, Mr.Cane stopped us.

“That’s enough. Whoever says anything else without me calling on them will be sent to the principal’s office. Am I clear?” We nodded. “Good. Now if you want to settle this…