The Chocolate Kid Returns

Have you ever met someone who loved something so much they'd go to great lengths to get it, you say no, well, meet the notorious Tory James, no relation to Jesse James. Tory is a typical kid, he plays baseball, hockey, shootS a mean game of marbles, and eats tons of chocolate (any kind:white chocolate, truffle, peanut butter fudge , you get the picture so far. Last year Tory's obsession with chocolate got him into some big trouble that his parents had to send him to a psychologist, not any ordinary one but a chocoholist. Tory spent the entire summer away from home at the camp(that's what his parents called it).A new school year is starting and Tory James is back home getting prepared to face his old friends, old past embarrassments, and a crush. Screeching to a halt beside the school bike racks Tory slid slowly from his seat and knelt down to lock up his bike.From the vantage point of the bike rack Tory could see Bumper,Kas,and Oggie his best buds pushing , shoving, and pummeling each other as they waited for the school bell to ring. Tory spotted Maryann Jules giggling and whispering with her best friend Julie. Man, its been that long,Tory had actually missed all of this and school,well, time to face the crowd. Standing up and rubbing his wet palms down his jeans Tory slowly strolled over to the front entrance and just as he was about to call out to his buds the first bell rang and everyone began shuffling and shoveling towards the entrance."Hey, isn't that the kid , Tory James, someone asked loudly?""Yea, man that kid went on a rampage and ate a whole bunch of chocolate from some bake sale, his parents tried covering the whole thing up by sending him to a chocoholics camp, least that's what my mom said, explained another unknown voice. Tory ears were burning, as he heard the whispering, and snickering coming from behind.Pretending he didn't hear their remarks Tory pushed through the crowd and quickly walked to his class.Entering his class Tory took the first seat available and kept his head down.Kids streamed into the class laughing and talking to one another.Mr.Mort, the fog because he breathed so heavy brought abrupt silence to the classroom by dropping a bag full of rocks to the floor."Thank you class, I'm Mr.Mort, for now I need each of you to fill out the paper on your desk while I complete this form. continued