The sun was shinning through the kitchen windows as I took a scoop of chocolate frosting and spread it on the circular cake in front of me. Apparently it was some sort of tradition that after the Fourth of July, everyone would participate in a street fair held in downtown Fairy Tale. Grandma had signed us both up for the baking booth which explained the whole cake thing right now.

Apparently Grandma thought it was about time we hung out - since she had been pretty absent my whole trip - and thought the street fair would fix things right up. Evidently she was a baker and a brilliant one at that. Grandma had pulled out at least ten cakes since I had entered the kitchen this morning and it was my job to decorate everything and take them to the fair. Currently I was only on cake number three.

I finished spreading the brown frosting around and then took a bag of M&M's and dumbed them on top. From there it only took me about five minutes to spread the M&M's around so there weren't big clumps of them in a particular part of the top of the cake.

I quickly switched to the next cake which was vanilla. I switched my frosting from a chocolate to a green one, that was whatever flavor, and spread it smooth along the parameter of the cake. I then took the the knife and started dolloping the top of the cake so it looked somewhat like grass. Grandma had made all sorts of decorations last night so I took some harden daisies she had made and place them atop the cake in the "grass".

After that I switched to cake number five. "How many cakes are you going to make?" I asked Grandma.

"This is the last one." Grandma slipped on some oven mitts and pulled a yellow lemon cake out of the oven. "Now we're onto cupcakes and cookies."

"And I have to decorate those too?"

"Yes Dear."

I picked up my knife and started decorating again. It was going much faster now that I had the frosting part down. I decorated a couple more cakes and Grandma just kept on puling things out of the oven. Our kitchen was starting to look like a war zone by the time ten o'clock rolled around. Dishes were haphazardly thrown around on the counter and sink, and the dishwasher was going off about every ten minutes. Flour and eggs were everywhere and I was kinda scared I'd end up looking like a gingerbread woman if I come closer to the kitchen than I already was at the dining table.

The street fair started at eleven and if we wanted to get all these cakes, cookies, and cupcakes over to our stand, we'd probably have to leave now. Which is what Grandma told me a minute later.

"Red, you should go and bring the food on over to the street fair now. I can finish decorating the cupcakes for you," Grandma said.

I was in the middle of making a smiley face on a cookie with brown frosting. I looked up.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to stay and help decorate?"

"It's fine," Grandma said, "You need to get the cakes over there and then check out the stall. I'm sure Ryan's done with it by now."

"Ryan's making the stall?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Just go already, I'm sure he made it perfectly fine."

"Okay."

I took a cake in my hand and then my car keys in the other. After about fifteen minutes I had taken all the cakes, cupcakes, and cookies that had been baked and decorated and placed them inside my red Prius.

It took about five minutes to drive over to the streets fair and once I was over I had to park a block away because all the streets were closed.

I took one of the cakes out of the car and walked over to the street fair. Everyone had there own stalls selling various things. Cindy and Aurora were doing a stall together - they seemed inseparable - and selling some beautifully woven cloths. I passed by one stall with two girls, one with blonde hair and the other with brown, who were selling teacups and teapots with various designs painted on them. There was even a stall with a guy selling hats.

I spotted Ryan by an empty red colored stall and smiled. The stall was a red painted countertop like area with two posts on the side that held up a red sign that said, Fresh Baked Goods by Grandma and Red. There was a plastic table behind the stall and a canopy over that.

I walked up to Ryan with a smile. "Nice work," I told him.

"You didn't believe in my skills at all did you?"

I laughed. "No, so this was a pleasant surprise."

"Well can you watch the stall while I get the rest of the stuff out of my car down the street?"

Ryan nodded. "Okay."

I smiled and placed the cake I was holding down on the stall counter. I made a couple of trips to the car and when I was coming back with my last tray of cupcakes I found Ellie leaning against the stall. Ryan was nowhere to be found.

"These look good," Ellie commented as I set down the last tray on the table beneath the stall.

"Grandma made them and- what are these for?" Ellie had handed me about five dollars.

"Someone came by and bought a cupcake and I ate a bite of the cake."

I looked at the chocolate cake on the counter that had a slice taken out of it. "Did it taste good?"

"It was delicious."

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

"Is it your grandma's recipe?" Ellie asked sitting down on a stool.

I was surprised that Ellie was being so nice to me. I had only talked to her about a number of times - most of which she usually got mad and ended up on her phone - and had never really had a pleasant conversation where she didn't insult me.

"Yah, Grandma says that it's been in he family for ages."

"That's nice," Ellie said. "so do you need any help with the booth or anything, the street fair starts n about five minutes."

I stared at her reluctantly at her cheery face.

"Don't worry," She told me, "I won't bite."

"Okay then," I said slowly. "you can help, I don't expect Grandma to be over here soon anyways. She was still baking a ton when I left and she has to decorate everything by herself."

I handed Ellie a faded blue apron.

"What is this for?" she asked.

"It makes us seem like professional bakers." I smiled as I slipped on my own faded green, white, and red striped apron.

"Yes because two sixteen-year-olds can surely be professional bakers."

I smiled. "Totally."

"Yah but anyways do we get like free slices or- oh God, here comes trouble."

I looked up to see a black haired girl walk over to us. She was tall had striking brown eyes. "Her name is Maleficent and she is positively one of the worst people ever. Last year, she tried to kill everyone."

I raised my eyebrows.

"It's true," Ellie whispered.

"Why look who it is," The voice of Maleficent rang out before I could answer Ellie back. "It's little Ellie and the dog lover."

I guess she was talking to me.

"Maleficent just leave us alone. We're all trying to have a good time at the street fair."

"Like I care about what you are doing," She cackled.

That's when I decided I didn't like Maleficent.

"You're just a bunch of losers."

"And your a murderer."

Maleficent's face grew red in anger. "That was just a rumor! Aurora is an evil lying wench!"

"This is like mean girls all over again," I mumbled.

Maleficent turned on me. "You say something Dog Lover?"

I raised my hands and took a step back. I am so not getting in the middle of this.

"Leave her alone!" Ellie said.

"Fine." Maleficent put a sweet smile on her face. "I'll just do this instead."

Maleficent picked up one of the cakes.

"You have to pay for those," I started.

But Maleficent ignored me. She picked up the cake and threw it right in Ellie's face.

Chocolate went everywhere and I got hit in the cheek with some frosting.

Ellie looked at the cake which had fallen to the ground.

Maleficent had a big smile on her face.

Ellie took the lemon cake and quickly threw it at Maleficent who countered with a small, but deadly, cupcake.

The two started throwing all the cakes, cupcakes, and occasionally a cookie at each other.

"Stop it!" I yelled.

Ellie and Maleficent didn't listen.

We were attracting quiet a lot of attention from everyone.

"Stop it!" I yelled again.

Ellie picked up the last cupcake. "Ellie," I pleaded with her. "she's not worth it."

Ellie seemed cross but put the cupcake down.

"Your right," she said. "She's not worth it."

"Okay good," I said standing in between Ellie and Maleficent. I was still scared that one of them might change there minds and throw something at each other. "let's just forget this all and go back to the street fair. Truce?"

"There is no way I'm making a truce with a stuck up b-"

"I knew this would happen!" Ellie interrupted. "Maleficent just can't be nice to someone for a second!"

"Because dogs like you can't be trusted!"

"And you wonder why you don't have any friends!"

"She-devil!"

"Troll face!"

"Fat thighs!"

"Stop it!"

Maleficent threw a cupcake at Ellie. And that was the last straw.

Ellie threw off her apron and stormed away.

I ran after her and passed Grandma on the way.

"Ellie's mad, all the cakes are destroyed, no time to explain. Watch the stall?" I yelled to Grandma.

I didn't wait for a response.