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Never Trust a Guy with a Chocolate Bar

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Four years ago, I was a sixth grader celebrating my 12th birthday at my favorite park. It was the first of October, a perfect day with a cool gentle breeze, my birthday. It was supposed to be just another celebration, just another birthday with cake and presents and friends, nothing drastic, but this birthday would change my life forever. 

The party was supposed to be at 3:00 that day, but since it was so beautiful outside I decided to ride my bike up there a little earlier, around noon. I brought some bread and fed the ducks, I skipped rocks across the duck pond, and I layed relaxing in the shade of the giant oak tree. That's what I was doing when he showed up, just laying in my favorite spot in my favorite park, peacefully looking up at the tree branches with nothing to worry about.

He came up to the tree and sat down next to me, a Hershey's bar in his hand. I jumped back, startled. 

Why is he so close to me?  I thought. 

"Hey," he said, "How's it going?"

"Umm....Hi," I said, scooting slightly away from him. 

"Listen, I work for Hershey and I've got a whole box of candy bars in my van that are about to go bad and I need to get rid of them. I'm alergic to chocolate, so would you like them?" he asked.

"I..uhh..sure," I said. I know now that I made a huge mistake, but chocolate has always been my weakness. 

I remember him grabbing my arm and pulling me to the car, almost excitedly. "This chocolate is the best! Hurry, come on, before it melts in the car!" he said. 

I looked up at his face. His eyes were sort of out of focus and completely glossed over. Before I could get a better look at him, he thrust open the car door, pushed me in, and slammed the door behind me. I was completely terrified. I just couldn't comprehend what was happening or why it was happening to me. When he got in the driver's seat, I immediately shouted the first thing that came to mind. "Where's my chocolate?" I asked him.

He tossed me the Hershey's bar he'd been holding and threw the car in drive. "Here. And there can be more where that came from, just not now. But, don't worry. You and I are gonna be spending a lot of time together from now on."

That's how I started my new life as the kidnap victim of a crazed stranger. Never trust a guy with a chocolate bar, it won't end well. 

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