[ IP ] Snack Drake

I did n't think I'd be associated with a price tag this early in my life. I *did*, however, think I was worth more than $ 2.50. 
 
 Before I confuse you further, I should preface my tale two important facts: 
 
 1. I am a dragon. 
 
 2. I am stuck in a vending machine. 
 
 And its not one of those fancy car vending machines that Mike keeps telling me about, the ones they have in Germany or whatever. Uhhh... no, I'm stuck in a... a snack machine. 
 
 Yup. 
 
 *C'est la vie, * as the French say. Or maybe that's just me? 
 I dunno. Anyway, during a typical day, I'm supposed to stay with Mike while he's in class. God knows I'm not sticking around the house while Mike's out, where his dad could find me caught unawares. NOT about that life. So, Mike takes me to school everyday. Which is fine, really. 
 
 Not bored ever. 
 
 In the slightest. 
 
 In fact, I'm never inclined to leave Mike at all. Maybe sometimes, though, I get hungry. And sometimes, Mike has a snack I can munch on. Problem is, I'm a LOUD eater. I almost brought the school security upon Mike and I when I found a mouse I could munch on to pass the time. Turns out, squeaking and crunching from a backpack does not attract the right attention. I ca n't even eat lettuce without somehow amplifying the tearing sounds of the leaves. It's annoying. We have to go to the far end of the grounds before I can eat *anything*. Kinda drives me nuts. 
 
 So, anyway, I'm a loud eater. I got impatient. I wanted food and I wanted it now. Mike was taking some test or something ( Economics? ), so I took advantage of the fact that Mike was sitting close to the back door of the classroom. Elise was being a snob earlier today, so I ( naturally ) felt inclined to set her backpack on fire. The look on her face was priceless, and the chaos that followed? My perfect cover. While everyone was freaking out about the small fire I started, I slipped out of the room, with my destination already locked in my mind. The vending machine! It's the perfect location: All I can eat food, and a glass box to stop any unwanted munching sounds from getting out. To top it all off, I do n't have to worry about anybody seeing me, because they'll all be outside after the fire alarm goes off! 
 
 To avoid any sort of unwanted confrontation, I decided to slip into the ceiling tiles. A left, a right, and down the incline that meant I was on the first floor. At this point, of course, the fire alarm had already gone off, and, from what I could tell, the students were long gone. When I cracked the ceiling tile, I saw it. My final destination. At this point, everything was cake. Speaking of which, the stuffed cake things in the vending machines were looking pretty good. Which is why I am now stuck in a slot, with a price tag for $ 2.50. 
 
 I hope Mike comes back soon. I'd rather not consider what happens if someone else finds me first. 
 

