Personal Narrative: A Day After Hershey's Bar

It was the day after halloween, and all was well. The sun was out, and the birds were chirping. At the time I was young, and unusual mean to my sister. Since I was the old child, I terrorized her. I had collected tons of candy from trick or treating, and was excited to eat some. However when I left my room to eat lunch I caught my sister red-handed eating my candy. I became filled with rage as she devoured the king size Hershey's bar. I yelled her name, and swiped the remnants of the bar from her hand. All she did was laugh at my misfortune, but I would make her pay.
I knew she had lots of candy in her room. So I created a plan I sneak into her room and take as much candy as my two hands could hold. Later that night when my sister was away
from her room I executed my plan. I swiftly ran to her room, and slowly opened her door. Once fully immersed in the room, I search every last nook and cranny for her candy. Finally I found the jackpot, and began to plow through her bucket of candy.
I took every king size bar she received, but then the door began to open. Filled with fear I hid inside her closet hoping she wouldn’t find me. She looked around her room for anything unusual, and after a few minutes she left the room. After she left the room, I escaped back to my room. My plan worked, and I got my revenge.