I love crisps

Everyday I come home from school
and ask my mum if I can have a packet of cheese and onion Walker crisps
and everyday she says,
“Rapha you can have a packet of cheese and onion Walker crisps but only one.”
So I open the cupboard crk crk, and open the reduced six pack of crisps
and pull out one packet.

Then you sit on the sofa and watch the tele eating your crisps.
Every time you pull a thin golden flake of the potato variety
out of the packet
you have a warm sensation.
Then they make the lovely sound of a crunch in your mouth.

One day coming home from school It was a salt and vinegar kind of day.
I opened the cupboard as usual and they were gone,
the crisps were gone!
I asked my mum “Where are the crisps?”
and she said “ I ate the last packet”.
I was so angry my usual home time packet of crisps was missing.

I was so angry that I was willing to go all the way down to the corner shop
and buy a 6 pack of crisps. Then I hatched a plan. As soon as everyone was asleep I would go down the stairs, open the door, walk down to the corner shop and get my six pack.

So at 6 am I sprung out of my bed and tiptoed down the stairs,
opened the door and began the walk to the corner shop.
It was a chilly morning and I knew I had 40 minutes till Mum woke up.

Then I strolled into the corner shop and there it was the all holy mighty 6 pack.
I grabbed it and plopped it on the counter with £1.50.
As soon as I paid for the six pack I ran out the shop and sprinted back to my house
not knowing what was waiting for me….