So today, I received a gift from my pretty classmate - a pack of Chocobar ice cream!

As a person who gets cold easily, I had been warned by the doctors to only have ice cream in melted form. So, being the smart-cookie I was, I kept the pack in my backpack to melt it slowly and savor it later.

Fast forward to 4 hours later, and I was walking home under the blazing sun, eagerly waiting to devour my Chocobar. But when I reached home and opened my backpack, I was greeted by a gooey and sticky mess that looked like it had been birthed from a demonic creature's stomach.

The pocket of my backpack had soaked up all the melted ice cream, leaving behind a little puddle of regret and sorrow.

I took out the pack, totally stoned, and noticed a prickly hole in it. Melted ice cream was still dripping from it like a leaky faucet. It was like a cruel joke being played on me by the Universe.

In my moment of despair, the only solace I found was in licking the stick, like a lost puppy looking for comfort. It was a sad sight, to say the least.

Later on, when my classmate asked me how the ice cream was, I had to lie through my teeth and tell her it was the most delicious ice cream I had ever tasted.

If only she knew the truth, she might have given me a pity hug or something.

Now I'm here, mourning what a wonderful time I could've passed, had I not been an idiot.

TL;DR: Got a Chocobar ice cream as a gift from classmate, kept it in my pocket to drink it melted at home. The packet had a hole, Ice cream leaked, and I was reduced to licking the stick to soothe my scarred soul.