On Wednesday I was desperate to try a sweet called toxic waste. However, it was far from sweet. Here’s how it started:

I trudged down the street after school, with a shiny £1 in my hand. I opened the blue, dirty door and it groaned and whined. I thought to myself that it desperately needed some WD-40. I picked up three cans and paid for it at the till. Suddenly, rush of excitement flowed through my body and I couldn’t wait to try it. However, when I did, the repulsive sourness of it took over. Just then I swallowed it...