It has now been 8 months after that stupid Battle of the Bands. Even though the memory of being defeated at full power by a bunch of meddling kids had put me under a state of depression, I had managed to find something to make me feel better. Something that has become my best friend: chocolate.
Ever since I started snaking on those bars a few days after the incident, chocolate has become my comfort food. The exquisite taste and the warm softness of my ever growing belly make me forget about that humiliating defeat.
Aria says I’m ruining my body by doing this, saying that I’m going down the same troubling route Sonata is right now. But I honestly don’t care. A couple of big bars Galaxy and Lindt have helped me through depressing times. Besides, Sonata is now double my current weight, if not a little more. So, there’s nothing to worry about.