Issue #4- "The Yeast of Our Problems"
What's up guys? I know it's been a little while, but I needed a little time to gather up all my thoughts and ideas. It's surely gonna payoff though, whenever you guys check out all my new, upcoming issues. Of course, I've been reading all of your reviews and really appreciate how much you guys enjoy my fan-fics. Don't worry, I'll try not to disappoint you. Back at ya is the fourth installment of "The Misadventures of Phil and Keely" entitled "The Yeast of Our Problems". Enjoy...
The Yeast of Our Problems
Chapter 1
The morning was calm and relaxing, as the students of H.G. Wells High School sat half-awake in their home-room classes for the morning announcements.
"...And on to other news," Mr. Hackett said, reading the announcements off of his cue cards, "registration for the H.G. Wells culinary course will be available to all students after school. Make sure you take advantage of this useful class and sign up today."
"Pffffft...cooking class? Why would I want to waste my time wearing aprons and big, goofy hats?" Phil said, looking away from the TV.
"I dunno Phil, this could be quite a useful class," Keely pointed out. "Let's face it. You and I both couldn't cook to save our lives nontheless to save someone else's life too."
Phil paid Keely no mind. "Okay, whatever you say Keel, but that's still not enough to convince me to take this class. Period.
"Oh, and one more thing," Mr. Hackett added, noticing another cue card, "this class is required by all freshmen so, it looks like some of you guys won't be able to talk your way outta this. Heh, I guess the lunch-ladies should consider taking this course, too. Have you seen the meatloaf surprise?"
One of the cameramen signaled Mr. Hackett's attention from the side of the news desk.
"What was that...we're still on? What do you mean we're still on? The camera is...uh oh, maybe I'm wrong. Darn it guys, that's the third time this week! Turn the camera off!"
After another screw-up from Mr. Hackett, the TV suddenly cut off and the students resumed their conversations.
"Well, it seems like this time-wasting class is required," Keely said, looking at Phil. "Now, is that enough to convince you take this class?"
"Yeah, yeah, okay...you've proved your point. I guess I'll agree to give this cooking class a shot, for my grade's sake..."
Suddenly, Tia came up to the two and interrupted their conversation, as usual.
"Did you hear that guys? That cooking class is required! Oh, cooking was never my thing. It's just too difficult for me. I mean, I nearly blew up my house just making a sandwich!"
Phil and Keely looked at each other, wondering how that was actually possible.
The school day continued on, with the thought of taking cooking class still fresh in Phil's mind. He knew he wasn't a great...or even a decent cook. Not so bad as to nearly destroy a house over a sandwich, but...pretty close. Phil met up with Keely at the registration table after school.
"Ok, there, it's done," Keely said, clicking the ink pen. "We are now certified chefs-in-training."
"More like certified chefs-in-trouble," Phil replied, staring at his name on the sign-up sheet. "I don't know how we're even going to pull this off."
"Ah, try not to lose any sleep over it, Phil. It might not be that bad. In fact, I think I have a great idea. How about tomorrow morning we put our cooking skills up to a little test and try to cook breakfast?"
"You mean, breakfast that's edible...?"
"Yeah, we can go and get some ingredients right now and start bright and early tomorrow. I'll go and get the eggs."
"And I'll go and get the fire extinguisher..."