Silverton North High

Chapter 15: Nutella

Look here guyz, I'm the type of person who falls in love with something (food, songs, clothes, food, drinks, food, nature and food) and I go overboard in using (eating/listening/wearing) them.

I had my Nutella phase in 2010, the year The Soccer World Cup was here, in South Africa. But then I just started not liking it because I used it too much. 2014 comes and with all the highschool stress I find Nutella by Ferrero (I won't get tired of Ferrero Rocher). I found my new joy in that, bruh! That chocolaty velvet taste that just melts in your mouth. I sometimes, when I'm alone, spread some on my lips and then take selfies and lick it off my lip to spice this up a bit; I also spread it on Provitas, Crackers, Toast, fruit or anything else you find in the fridge or kitchen cupboard.

Now you may be asking youself: Why the hail is Kris ranting about The Awesome Nutella?

2 answers: because I can and it brings me to what I'm about to say next:

I'm hungry *sad and crying face*😭

Tonight... Correction... Last night the rest of the crew were just chilling in Asa and Lissa's room, except for Charles (he was still in a mood) and myself: I took a nap in my onesie so that I can wake up round about now to do my "homework".

I've already finished 5 pages - back and front - of my homework in Deyton's ugly handwriting and I've decided that that's enough, mostly because I'm hungry, as I've said before.

I finally decide to get my lazy ass off of the chair so that I can get out of my dorm room. I walk out of my room and down the stairs, push the buzzer to go into the common room and go behind the island that separates the common room from the kitchen. I rummage through the cupboards to look for anybody else's Nutella to steal and find none, stupid spy kids, so then I decide to go to my very own Nutella stash hide-away and grab a jar. I go to the drawers that hold the utensils and find my favorite teaspoon to use and close the drawer with a slam.

"Sorry!!" I whisper into the silent air of North House.

I decide that I want to watch some movies on DSTV Catch Up while eating my food, so I make a beeline for the chilly no section directly across the kitchen (the kitchen really only is one chill section of the Common Room big, because we have the dining hall. It's just there for some midnight snacks).

On my way to the couch I hear a sound. I pause and listen closely...

It sounds like... Snoring. Wait, what? Snoring? I take out my phone and light up the screen to see a sleeping figure with blond hair and drool coming out of his mouth. Cute. I shine the screen closer to the person's face and see that it's either Charles or Zach (the only way to tell the difference between the two is that Charles has more grey/silver in his eyes and Zach has more blue). The only way for me to be able to tell the difference now is to spread the poor sleeping, snoring drooling guy's eyes apart and that's just awkward.

So I decide to do what any sane person would do: leave him alone... And go to the kitchen so that I can find some Cadbury Whiskers to throw at his head until he wakes up.

I watch too much TV, don't I?

After arming myself with the whispers and placing my Nutella next to the couch I duck behind the couch - to use as cover, of course - and peep over at Mr Stark. I slowly tear the packet open and shake a few of my whisper bombs in my hand. They kill people softly, efficiently and quietly (get it? Whispers and quiet? HA). I roll a ball between my index finger and thumb and aim at Mr Stark before the chocolate melts.

Ready? Steady? Fire? Shooter? GO!

I throw whisper after whisper at my victim's face ducking after each bomb has been thrown. After half of the packet is gone (understand, it's only 1 kg) I see Mr Stark start to stir. I throw in a quarter of the contents left in the packet and duck behind the couch for the final time and I make sure to BE STILL.

I hear some shuffling and a yawn. Then I hear the springs of the couch creaking as if some weight has been shifted and I take that as my que to quietly crawl away from the couch and towards the girls' dorms. It would be a miracle if I make it there without being made, because where we are right now is slap bang in the middle of the common room.

I hear the muffled but distinct words, "What the fudge? *crunch* Whispers?" Now, I just have to say, you DO NOT eat any foreign objects that you find after waking up on the couch, like, Hello? It's Spy 101! So I feel the need to lecture Charles/Zach for this behavior.

I'm already halfway to my destination when somebody says, "Who's there?" In what they probably think is a threatening voice.

It's now or never. I stand up to sprint into my dorm room, but I can't help but look at which one of the twins needs a lecture from me.

I look into a deep sea of predominantly silver and blue eyes and say aloud this twin's name.

"Charles."

OMFG I am such a rebel! I just left you Guyz with a cliffhanger. Yeah, I'm badass, no need to say it. (Okay, I just had to mention this: I've been writing the past few chapters on a relative's iPad and I slid (swiped or whatever) some thingy on the keypad up so that I can see some options and variations of the word I'm typing (like if I want "variation" to be variation or variations etc. so I type in "Yeah I'm badass" and the Apple product just decides to give me "Yeah, I'm bad assistance" and I was lark Oh My... It's not really that funny [now that I'm explaining it to you guyz] but I still want to put it in so deal with it :) 😊😁👍)

And that Ready, Shooter, Go thing is just me making fun of cute little boys who play racing games and start their race like this instead of "Ready, Steady, GO!" Because my way much less complicated.

Now for my friends from school, who know I'm writing this: SUCK ON IT *this is not meant to be dirty, it's just an inside joke*

1Dreamer2x :D <3!!*