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The Boy who Cried Fudge!

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By Saroyan ColesPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
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The Boy who Cried Fudge!
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As a high school junior, Declan Sweets and his friends would wait until the Math teacher, Mr. Scott left the room. Then pull out a bag of sour skittles from his navy Jan sport backpack. Quickly devouring the candy making sour faces at one another, and taking selfies.

“Dude, you should, see your face!” Declan broke out into a laughing fit.

“Haha like your mamas,” he answered.

The loose powder, the would lay in a line, snorting it up their nostrils.

“Aww fudge man, it burns!!” Declan declared.

“I didn’t taste no, rainbow-“ sounded dissatisfied at this realization.

The laughter grew like a megaphone, as Mr. Scott reentered the room. What’s so funny? He asked.

The boys looked away from his accusatory glare.

“Declan Sweets and your buddy stay after the bell.” Mr. Scott tapped his yard stick on the corner of their grouped desks.

“Boys you can’t have your cake and eat it too.” He lectured.

“What does that even mean?”Declan looked confused.

“Meaning you can’t savor a piece once, you eat it, it’s gone. One day you will look back and this class will be like a like that piece of cake..”

“Uh hmm okay, can we go now?” The boys asked in unison.

“Yes go to the next period.” The teacher waved them out from behind his metal desk.

Years later,

Declan enrolled in History of Chocolate college course, his last elective to graduate.

Even as a young adult, he couldn’t help but elaborate fanatical stories. His favorite to tell is how he harvested coca leaves from a tree

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Tijuana, Mexico.

“Spring break was EPIC, and the primo paste would make any cartel jelly;

customs wasn’t even suspicious, leaves were falling like billfolds.”

He bragged about possessing three kilos of Frosted Flake in his dorm room, which was fabricated-

“Dude you can go to prison for years for that..” a goodie student reminded him.

“Ya I know...” Declan brushed off the concern.

Now as a Film Student,

in San Diego, Declan was all about decadence, during the wrap, final cut of his short film.

His lies, would lead him to eat his words, as the line between acting and reality would be darkened.

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As he was driving along highway I-5, Declan spots a man pop up behind the metal highway guard.

Either he had to take a shit or-

His curiosity was peaked, so he pulled off, the shoulder, and turned off the ignition.

Putting on his hazards, so he didn’t raise suspicion to the stranger that had caught his attention.

As soon as the stranger was out of sight, Declan decided to investigate. When he stumbled upon a hand dug shaft?

No, way! Where does this lead to?

he began to follow the byway of limestone and compacted sediment walls.

Recording shakily on his phone. His breathing got harder the deeper he ventured. Oxygen levels were dropping like he was a underground miner.

As he discovered a messenger bag, inside were small bricks of cocaine.

Quickly he closes the bag,

“Oh fudge!” Declan starts staggering back to the tunnel entrance. When he spotted a red dot laser on his plaid over shirt.

A narcotics officer mapped the tunnel, and then began to fill the runners tunnel exist with concrete.

The vibration caused the bricks to form air particles like clouds. As the clouds settled inside his nostrils. His lips were numb, heart racing, and hallucinating. Declan believed that he was taste testing slice of chocolate cake, with thick chocolate buttercream icing. Drooling as he is coming down from his second hand high.

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Antsy for another hit, pacing back and forth, till his heart panes him, and he collapses intoxicated on the floor.

Even as the tunnel was being blocked off the phones camera was getting every frame and his last moments were embedded on the SIM card.

There was a suffocating sweet aroma, like chocolate cake. His final thoughts before the underground tunnel, collapsed,

Well, this is rich!

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This is bittersweet end for Declan Sweets

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About the Creator

Saroyan Coles

I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.

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