I was so excited to be at my family reunion with all of my aunts, uncles,
and cousins. It was being held in the giant bowl at the Bauer's house. We were
sitting on the end table beside the front door having a great time when the
door bell rang.

"Oh no!"

"Run!"

"Hide!"

I hear everyone yelling. A sense of panic broke out. I didn't know what
was happening. My mother grabbed my hand and pulled me in the opposite
direction. Next thing I knew, I was being tossed around and bounced up and down.
All of a sudden I heard the sound of laughter and saw little kids dressed up as
batman, princesses, and witches.

Before I knew it I was being swished from side to side again as the door
closed and the kids disappeared. My mom let go of my arm and I moved back to the
top of the bowl. On my way up there I saw a couple of snickers and their son
crying. When I got to the top layer of the bowl I heard what had happened; one
of the children took their daughter as captive. They were never going to see her
again. It was then that I realized I was doomed. I was going to be separated
from my family; I was going to become a slave to the children.

Five minutes passed before the doorbell rang again. When it did, I wasn't
as lucky as last time. I was only under a small covering of candy when the I was
swooped all around and heard the laughter of little boys and girls yet again. I
felt the hand of a small child as the piece of candy beside me was chosen. I
thought I was safe; I couldn't have been more wrong. A second later I was in the
grasp of five little fingers and being pulled away from all I had ever known.

I was dropped into his bag, falling among unfamiliar pieces. Before I could
fully understand what had happened I was bouncing higher than I ever had before.
I was picked up and dropped then rocked back and forth. It was like I was on a
ship traveling across the Pacific Ocean to America to be traded and forced to
work on the fields as a slave. It seemed liked hours were pacing as I got
jostled around and as more strange pieces of candy joined our voyage.

The waves had started to calm down as the ship began to settle. Just as I
had drifted off into an uneasy sleep, I was rudely awakened. I looked around and
was greeted by more foreign surroundings as I, along with the other candies were
dumped rudely onto the firm, crisp floor. It was then in there that I realized
exactly where I was. I was on the deciding platform where my fate would be
chosen for me, just like the slaves.

I watched as all of the Twix were pulled from their spots and placed in a
pile in the middle. Next all the kit-kats were placed in a different pile as I
saw the kids grimace as they did so. As the other sweets around me were selected
and thrown into piles, I began to grow scared. Where would I be placed? Which
category would I be forced into? Would I be eaten or left there to rot?