She had baked a cake earlier that day – it was actually very good – and now it was sitting in a box in a plastic bag, waiting to be taken to her Gran's house. She was sat on the living room floor, shoes on, ready to go, waiting for her mum and older brother. She was drumming her fingers on the floor and humming an improv tune from her last music lesson – she was thinking about turning it into a song. Finally, everyone was ready, and they walked out of the front door.
She was holding the cake tightly, like it was her most treasured possession. Her older brother turned to look at her, and laughed, comparing her to Golem and poking her arm. She laughed along, then poked him in the stomach and continued walking down the street after her mum.
A few roads away from her Gran's house, she felt her mum's hand on her arm, and heard her telling her to stop. The mobile library was parked further down the road, and her mum wanted to exchange her books. Her and her brother waited outside, joking around. After about a minute, she shifted her grasp on the cake, making sure it hadn't tipped on its side. Her brother answered his phone, and wandered down the road for some privacy. A few seconds later, two boys she recognised from the local estate rounded the corner. She put her head down and clutched the cake to her chest, praying they wouldn't notice her, or at least wouldn't stop to torment her. They looked at her and laughed cruelly, but then carried on down the deserted road, towards her brother. The two boys suddenly seemed to recognise her brother, and a sickening feeling filled her throat and stomach as she saw one pull out a shining object from his bag. As they neared her brother, she yelled and ran sprinted as fast as she could towards the three boys.
And the cake lay upside down at the edge of the pavement, forgotten, as her mum ran from the library to the two bleeding children.