There is nothing more I love than chocolate.

Yes, I Vanille Crema despite my namesake adore chocolate.

I don't remember when I started loving chocolate, but what I do remember is the sweet and luscious taste that melted in my taste buds the day I consumed the miracle product. Whether it be black, white, or milk chocolate I love them all. There's nothing better in this world than chocolate. A world filled with chocolate can you imagine it? A world of sweets and mouthwatering treats. Yes, that is the world I wish to live in, no, that is the world I wish to create!

...But sometimes not all dreams come true. All that talk you hear of, 'follow your dreams' 'you can do anything, as long as you set your mind to it' that's nice and all, but it isn't real. It's a lie... I found that out the hard way.

Welcome to New York City a place of opportunity, a place filled with the thousands of dreams a human being can possibly conjure, a place with the hustle and bustle. But, its also the place where that one local rundown McDonald's sits. That one which no one enters because of the sheer amount of smoking and loitering people around. The fact that there are actual rats in there speaks for itself. Yes, and in this very same McDonald's is where I Vanille a teen with a chocolate dream continues to live in. Welcome to Hell.

"Hey did you hear? They're having an arts festival."

"A what? No way, in this old shindig of a place?!"

"Oh come on, it's not that bad."

"Please, we all know this part of New York sucks, just look at this place no one even comes here. Heck, its supposed to be a McDonald's you'd think there'd be more people."

"I guess... I kinda feel bad for the girl who works here though."

"Same." The red head said, taking a long and loud sip from the coke she bought. Well, thanks for worrying about me it's not like I can hear you anyway. I scowled.

An arts festival, I wonder...

There weren't many people here other than the two girls who kept on gossiping over and over. I quickly lost interest and turned my thoughts towards the arts festival. I mean think about it, imagine how much it could be, imagine the prizes, no imagine the smiles and laughter, the joy in every soul who witnessed your creation.

I quickly slapped my pale cheek, reddening them slightly. No idiot! You can't participate don't even think about it!

But..

No! Remember what happened last time. Do you remember how bad that was? Do you remember the utter humiliation, the utter embarrassment?!

I do... And I never want to feel it again!

Then you don't and you most definitely won't.

Yes, I Vanille Crema despite my namesake adore chocolate. Yes, I Vanille Crema suck at making chocolate. Yes, I Vanille Crema will never make chocolate again.