personal+narrative+14

There is one thing that I crave all the time. I crave it every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year. In other words I crave it 24~7. what is it you ask? It is pumpkin pie smothered in whipped cream with a few dots of chocolate surrup and a maraschino cherry to top it off. Well here is a time when I craved it more than ever. The smells start to override my mind I can't stop thinking about food. So i'm siting there thinking about food when a strong aroma hits me like a sucker punch to the back of the head, it's so overwhelming that caous consumes my mind I start screaming aloud : please, please have mercy. Well you can probably guess what that smell was: it was pumkin pie. Well since pie is desert food I had to wait till after dinner to get some which was a problem because then I had to go to another thanks giving party. You may be asking yourself did I ever get the pie? Well it's your choise, choose wisely.

__Ending 1__ “is there any pie  **l**eft?” I asked hopefully, “nope” said grandpa “wait did you say no?” I said about to burst into tears. “Yes I said no............ but I was   just kidding” said   grandpa quickly. 

__Ending 2__ “is there any pie left?”  “nope” said grandpa “wait did you say no? no? No!? NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! ".