I Want Cake!
Kelly moaned as he walked back to his office. This day was shaping up to be a typical day at Bayville all right. Full of problems. As soon as he got into the office he got a call from the security agency. They had finally figured out things at Bayville were not right at all.
"Mr. Kelly," The agency's head said. "We have sent you over half our staff, including all our top agents and they are either missing, in the hospital, or changing careers! I don't know what's going on at that school and frankly I don't really care! We are no longer going to accept your account because if we keep it we won't have any security guards left!"
So for an hour Kelly had to make arrangements with another security agency. After that were two student disruptions, one fight in the hallway, and another exploding vending machine. By lunchtime, Kelly really needed a break.
Then Mrs. Sims called. "I thought I might give you a little call to let you know that I baked a nice marble cake with buttercream frosting in class," She said.
This made his day. He walked rapidly out of the office. He loved marble cake and was looking forward to having some. He walked jovially into the office. "Oh Kelly," Ms. Sims said. "You're back. What do you want?"
"I thought I'd try that delicious cake you offered me."
"But you just had a piece," Mrs. Sims told him.
"No I didn't," Kelly said.
"Yes you did," Mrs. Sims said. "Just a minute ago."
"No I didn't," Kelly was starting to get irritated. "I just want a piece of cake please."
"You already had a piece," Mrs. Sims was looking at him funny. "Are you having problems with your memory?"
"I am not the one having mental problems," Kelly snapped. "Now just give me a piece of cake please."
"I don't think you should be having any more sweets," Mrs. Sims tutted.
"I don't care what you think I just want some cake," Kelly said. "I've had a really bad morning and I need some cake to make it better."
"Now Mr. Kelly we both know that food does not solve problems, it only covers up emotional issues."
"The only issue I have is that lack of cake in my diet!"
"What you need are some natural herbs," Mrs. Sims rummaged through her purse. "Now where's that stuff that helps with memory? Ginkobaloba was it? I forget."
"WHERE'S MY CAKE?" Kelly screamed. "I WANT CAKE!"
Meanwhile Risty was happily munching on some cake outside. "I love buttercream frosting!" She smiled.