Sorry for the wait. I blame school. It just started, and teachers have already piled projects and homework on me. Anyways, here's the chapter.

Today was the day of the Harvest Festival. This year Angela even decided to enter the cooking contest, which she never did, but she figured "Why the hell not?".

"Angela?"

'Oh shit.' She was officially screwed. It's a long story, and it started something...something sort of like this.

Angela opened her window. "Good morning, World!" she yelled for all to hear...except Chase. Anyone but him.

"Shut the hell up!" answered some cranky person.

She jumped out of bed and stuck the landing. "Today is...the 27th...the Harvest Festival," she said, reading the calendar, "Ooh, and there's a cooking contest!" Angela placed her hand on her chin as she thought carefully. 'Chase is probably gonna enter. Maybe he'll judge? Oh, I hope, I don't want him to win. Out of all years, I just had to pick this year to enter. This is my first time entering too. What am I supposed to cook? Anything? Anything as long as it's food?...And it's somewhat edible?...And it won't kill the judge?' Those last things probably only applied to Maya.

Angela looked into her fridge to see what ingredients were available at the time. She found some breadfruit from last season and took them out. "I could bake a cake!" Originally, she planned to make an herb fish, but she had no fish and no herbs. She couldn't just get them. Whenever she went fishing for fish, it would always take two to four hours for her to catch one fish, and sometimes it wasn't even a fish. It was like fate hated her. (A/N: Don't worry, Angela! The Harvest Goddess loves you!...I think.) If Angela went fishing, and it took her two hours to catch the fish, and it WAS a fish, then she would also have to take the time to go to Praline Woods and gather an herb. Then she would also have to go home and make the herb fish. She probably wouldn't make it to the contest...

"Hell no! I'm not making some stupid fish!" Angela also took out an egg, some milk, and butter. "Hm...a short cake maybe?" She searched the fridge again, but there were no strawberries. "Darn...I guess I could make a cheesecake." So, she took out some fresh cheese. Angela wanted to use a graham cracker pie crust, but on Waffle Island, there are no graham crackers. Why? Was it banned or did they just not sell them or know what they are? She didn't know or care. She wasn't too disappointed though. Instead, she just took out some plain cookies (with nothing else, that's why they're plain) and crushed them into crumbs.

"A cookie pie crust!" She smiled and dumped all the crumbs into the tin pan thing. "This is gonna be a snap! Who knew cooking could be so easy?"

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(An hour or two later...I don't know, however long it takes to bake a cheesecake...)

"My masterpiece is complete!" she said as she removed it out of the oven. She held it up into the air for all- I mean...her house to see. Angela placed it onto the counter. When it cooled down a little, she would leave it in the fridge for a little bit, then bring it to the festival for judging. She felt so proud of herself, she never thought it would be possible for her to create something so wonderful.

(After watering her plants, letting her animals outside, etc.)

Angela delicately wrapped the cake up and placed it into an empty picnic basket. She mounted her horse, and then she left. "Onward!"

(And at the festival...)

She gave her dish to Yolanda...Yeah, that's basically it.

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…......Oh, and there's also this.

"Pfft, YOU'RE entering the cooking contest?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" asked Angela.

"Yes, yes, it is. Why would you enter? Do you want to get humiliated?"

"The only one who will get humiliated is you!"

"Sure..." She hated his sarcasm. She hated everything about that guy. She also hated the way his hair was so shiny and pointed in every direction, and the way his eyes could be so captivating...Okay, so she liked it a little. Shut up! The point is they hate each other.

"You're not entering, are you?"

"Of course I'm entering. Besides, I'd love to see the look on your face when they declare my dish to be the best."

"A little confident, are you?"

"Whatever...What dish did you make? Considering it's made by you, it can't be all that good."

"You really wanna know?" she asked in a soft tone.

"Yeah...yeah, I do."

"Well, too bad!" He glared at her. "If you want to know, you're going to have to wait."

"Angela, you look really pretty today..."

"Wow...you said it without barfing...but now I want to. I mean, come on...'you look really pretty today' will not get me to tell you. You're not all that charming..." He smirked. "Okay, maybe a little, but I will NOT let it get to me. So, why don't you go bother someone else, or better yet, go die," she said with malice in her voice.

"...Drop dead!"

"Ladies first!" she said with a hand gesture.

His face had a scowling expression. Angela, satisfied with her victory, walked away in a triumphant manner.

(And soon after, the judging began...)

Yolanda was the only judge, so the judging did not go by quickly. She tasted each dish, taking her time to actually taste the food. Angela swore she saw her inhale the aroma of each dish deeply, but maybe she was just seeing things.

"The winner of this year's cooking contest is- uh...well, the person wanted to remain anonymous, so I'm afraid no one will know except the person who entered and me."

Everyone in the audience groaned even Angela. She turned her head toward Chase; he was completely mortified. She waved her hand in his face, but there was no reaction. "Uh...Chase? Chase, are you alive?"

"I can't believe it...I...I actually lost..."

"Dude, it's just a contest. A cooking contest. There's always next year."

"How could I have lost? Angela, tell me! Tell me why!"

"W-what?"

"What did I do wrong?!" There was so many things she wanted to say, but she kept her mouth shut. He was already sad, she didn't want to make him feel any worse. He can't be that heartless. "I was sure I would win! My dish was perfect!" But, he can be arrogant. "I have to know who I lost to! Right now!"

"Chase, didn't you hear? The person wanted to stay anonymous, so no one, not even you, is going to find out."

"I have to know who won! I have to know what I did wrong! Maybe I lost to some sort of...uh...Master Chef or something. Yeah, that would explain it, but then why would he want to stay unknown?"

"Why are you so sure it's a guy?"

"It has to be! Let's see...it would have to be someone who has amazing cooking skills, but he can't be a professional. All professionals want to be known. That only leaves...Yolanda. She's not a male, but she's the only person I can think of. Yeah, it must be her! Angela, do you know what this means?"

She just stared at him with her eyes wide. They had never spoken to each other like this before; they would always fight and yell. This time it was actually...different. "No, what?"

"It has to be Yolanda! She didn't want people knowing it was her who won because then people would get mad that she chose herself. It makes sense! And, and, and, she said only the winner and herself would know who was the anonymous winner person. So only her and herself only! Don't you get it?!"

"I guess it does make sense..."

"I have to talk to her about this. It is unfair!"

"But, Chase-" She slapped her forehead for not telling him earlier. "She didn't enter, genius..."

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"Yolanda, I just want to know, did you win the cooking contest?"

"No, of course not. I'm not allowed to enter because I'm the judge."

"But, if you didn't win, then who did?"

"I'm sorry, Chase, I can't tell you. The winner is coming soon to claim his/her prize."

"Oh...okay..."

She felt bad for him. "Okay, tell you what, go hide somewhere and wait, but you can't tell anyone who won."

"Got it! Thanks!" He ran off and hid behind a large oak tree.

"Chase...he is such an idiot," Angela muttered as she walked. She kicked at the dirt path, sending dust and dirt flying into the air. "It's just a stupid cooking contest, why does he care? I mean, sure, he's a chef, but he doesn't have to whine about it."

"Oh Angela, there you are!"

"Uh, h-hey...did you need something?"

"Yes. You're here to claim your prize, right?"

"No, I told you I only wanted to enter for fun. I didn't want the prize. That's the whole reason why I said I wanted to-"

"Angela?"

'Oh shit.' This is when you, the reader, came. "Uh...h-hey...what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?"

"I asked you first."

"I'm waiting for the anonymous winner to come." 'Oh good, he still doesn't know it was me...'

"Well, I'm sorry for interrupting. I'm just...walking...yeah, walking...that's what I'm doing."

"Oh, okay. Well, if you will please go now, so I can wait for the winner."

"She's here," said Yolanda.

"Where?" asked Chase.

"Right there," she answered pointing at Angela.

"Angela?! You won? I thought you only came here to walk."

"I-I did!"

"How could she have won? What did she make?"

"A cheesecake."

"Just a cheesecake?"

"Yeah."

"B-but I made an orange pie."

"I know, and it was good, but-"

"But? But what? What did I do wrong? How could I have lost to Angela?"

"Chase, you still have a lot to learn. That's what life is about. That's the reason why you're here in the first place. You came to learn how to cook better."

The boy remained silent. He stood there and stared; it was hard to read his face. Angela couldn't tell if he was sad or mad or something else. Then he ran away.

"Angela, could you talk to him, please?"

Her face turned sour, but she did as she was told...or at least tried to. She sighed. "I'll see what I can do..."

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"Chase? Dude, you okay?"

"Heh, yeah. Do you think I'm a little girl?"

"This is no time for sarcastic remarks. I just wanted to check, okay? You don't have to make fun of me. Is that how you react to people whenever they just want to check up on you?"

Silence.

"I take silences as a yes."

"Yes, I'm okay."

"Good."

"...But I didn't think you would care."

"Wipe that smug smirk off your face. Who said I cared about you?"

"Oh...that hurts, Angela. It hurts a lot."

"I feel your fake pain. Now get up. Stop being so mopey."

He took her hand and pulled himself up. "It makes me feel happy inside that you care about me."

"I don't care about you!"

"Sure you don't. Come on, I know you care. Admit it. You were worried about me. Say it."

"...I hate you with all my heart."

"Aw thanks, Angela. I hate you too."

"Whatever..."

And, that was chapter four. Please look forward to the next one.