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How I Became a Smuggler
One Favor, One Piece of Chocolate, and a Whole Lot of Drama
I wasn’t the kind of kid who got chocolates on Chocolate Day. No secret admirers. No anonymous notes. No grand, cinematic confessions in the school corridor. And yet, somehow, in eighth grade, I found myself at the center of a Chocolate Day scandal.
It all started with a simple favor. School was over, and I was stuffing books into my bag when my friend rushed up to me, looking panicked.
“Hey, can you do me a favor?”
Now, looking back, this was my first mistake.
“What now?” I asked.
“Just hold onto this chocolate and give it to her (his crush) later. She’s in your bus.”
It wasn’t for me. It wasn’t even mine. Just a simple delivery task. No romance, no emotions — pure logistics. How could that ever go wrong? Well, I didn’t know that yet.
So, like a fool, I said yes.
What I didn’t know was that our computer teacher was watching me like an undercover agent. The chocolate wasn’t just a snack — it was apparently a crime scene.
And then, out of nowhere, I hear a voice like a drill sergeant: “OPEN YOUR BAG NOW.”
