Anarchy and doughnuts.

There has never been a day filled with more woe than the day which contained a cataclysmic event that changed my life forever. This unspeakable happening occurred 7 month previous to this day. It was a day like any other. School seemed vapid and uninteresting. My conversations were bland and floppy. My trip to Sainsbury's that gentle winter's morning was tragic.

I perused the aisles like a duck gliding through a still lake on a wistful day in some sort of semi-exotic land, like Peru, heading straight for the bakery section. I reached the sectioned area, and displayed a casual greeting to my 'friend' (I use this word loosely now) behind the counter, our relationship previous to this day had seemed consanguineous. But no seemingly close relation of mine would hurt me like her.
I ordered my usual... the jam doughnut. I was so unsuspecting that I failed to look at the packaging, I mean, why would I? Why would this day have to so different than any other? I looked up at what only time could reveal to be my greatest foe, and she said "That'll be 14 pence please." She flashed an odd grin which I should have recognised as betrayal.

I hissed under my breath, a barely audible "no".

Never in my seventeen years of existing on a planet amid nuclear threats and terrorists, with climate change and the death of Princess Diana. Never had I expected this. My mind went blank, I didn't know whether the stuttering, heart-rendering emotions I felt were escaping through my mouth or my eyes. Was I crying, or simply in shock? Never had the price been raised so high before, before this day doughnuts were 10p. I couldn't possibly afford the extra prices. What was to become of me? Were was I to gain my tasty afternoon sweet-treat that I so eagerly awaited every day of my pitiful and simple life? I felt as though I was destined to wither away from starvation and I would be found under aisle 8, nothing but a pile of bones, amidst the cleaning products.

I decided the only way to respond to this sickening part of the economic recession was by breaking the glass counter before me and burning the bag in which my doughnut had inhabited. Jumping over the counter and storming the bakery, doing a shit on the bread slicer. It was individual anarchy. I marched through the Sainsbury's aisles petitioning for fair and just fees for my daily snack. But surprisingly, I was kicked out and asked kindly not to return.

The price of doughnuts are still on the rise, and unless we as a people do something about this atrocity the luscious taste of what we have all come to rely upon will dissapear... forever.