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 debate do so outside of class or write a better report than the other person."

A sly smile came over Jim's face. He raised his hand.

"Yes?" Mr.Cane said, slightly annoyed.

"Could we possibly demonstrate which food is better?"

Mr.Cane thought for a moment.

"I don't see why not," he said.

Jim sat down, still smiling. I knew he was up to something. I just didn't know what. All I did know was that I had to step my game up if I wanted to beat him. No matter what, I couldn't let Cinnamon Toast Crunch down.

What Jim had in store, though I never saw coming. A week later our reports were due. I accessed a thesaurus for words that would do the quality of Cinnamon Toast Crunch justice. All the other kids went before me and Jim. At last, though I was ready to present. I got my papers and went in front of the class.

I won't post the entire essay I wrote here. Just know it involved me comparing Cinnamon Toast Crunch to God, saying it's the true ambrosia, and how it's what truly makes life worth living. The class was in awe of my report. I sat back down, fully confident of my victory.

"Uh, that was certainly something, Karl, "Mr.Cane said to me. "Jim, you're up next."

To my surprise, he didn't look the least bit worried. My brilliant report hadn't phased him at all. Another thing that surprised me was the grocery bag he had with him.

From the bag, he pulled out five items. The two things were one of those plastic square containers of cereal. One was Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the other Peanut Butter Crunch. The other items he had with him were two plastic spoons and a bottle of milk. He sat these things down and started drawing something on the board.

"Jim, what are you doing?" Mr.Cane asked.

"It's for my presentation."

What he had drawn was a pentagram with a bee above it.

"Mapul, I offer these items as tribute so that I can summon you," Jim loudly said.

Mr.Cane looked like he had about enough of his tomfoolery. Then told him to either give a proper report or sit down. As he was talking to him, though the lights began flickering. The image Jim had drawn started glowing. Smoke was pouring out of it that was forming a humanoid shape.