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Author's Note: I know I took a while, it's not because I don't love you all, it's cause I didn't have the previous episode, so I couldn't finish the text. But, because I took so long, I did Hope Falls as well! Enjoy, guys, and I have the rest of the episodes, so it's all good.
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"What time is it?" I ask Juliette. We're the only ones at this end of the lodge, and I have a rather… important appointment.
"4 o'clock," she replies. "Shelby, Frank said to stick around." Why does she have to be so nosy? "Cigarettes aren't worth that much trouble."
"I'll be back," I point out. It's not like I have anywhere to be. So I walk out of the lodge and I go around to the back of the cafeteria.
That god everyone here has something to do on a Friday afternoon, and they don't have to be bothering me about what I'm doing. Actually, better yet, thank god Peter's still in New York and Frank and Hannah are handling newbies… or so Kat tells me.
Ah, target spotted: the delivery truck that comes every week with a new version of fake food for the caf, and other such supplies for our day-to-day existence.
I round the truck looking for Joey, my hot delivery guy, that I bribe for cigarettes. I just found out recently that this was possible. Damn! It's not the same guy. Oh well, flick on the charms, girl. Shit, this guy's not nearly as cute as Joey. Ah, man! Why me?
"Hello," I say, getting his attention.
"You must be Shelby," he says. Good job, man! Not the brightest bulb around, now, are we?
"I must be." Okay, seductiveness (not a word!) on. "Where's Joey?" Maybe if Joey's around, I won't have to deal with this idiot.
"Oh, uh, he--he couldn't make it. He--he said for me to come. I'm Leo." Man, this guy's so nervous, I can't believe it!
"Leo," I repeat seductively. Ew! Shelby, you whore! "Hey, Leo."
"Oh, Joey… Joey said that--that--that maybe you're interested in," he reaches in the truck and… score! "A carton of butts?" Ah, cigarettes, bringers of nicotine. Wonderful!
"Thank you, Leo," I say, reaching for them. He stops me.
"J--Joey also said that… uh… I should ask for some ID. You know, cause you gotta be 21."
"What else did Joey say?" I reply, never letting the charm falter. That is my true talent: my charm. Wow, nice use of my energy and intelligence, huh?
"Nothing," he says, smiling sheepishly. I smile and take the cigarette box. He's still holding onto it. Damn, this guy is like a dog. I take him round the back. Ah, I can't believe I'm doing this! I push myself up against the truck and pull him up to me. Okay, wipe out all thought.
Great, now, I'm a slut with an IQ of zero. Perfect. He tentatively kisses me. Ew! Grossness! Whatever, it'll pass! It'll pass! His hands explore my body. It'll pass! It'll pass! His tongue slides into my mouth and starts massaging my own. It'll pass! It'll pass! Oh, joy, this is just what I planned (sarcasm!) I can't believe myself. I'm here to get cured from my days as a hooker, a slut, a skank, a whore, a prostitute. Yet, I keep running back to those ways. It's as if I need something familiar. I don't like this sort of familiarity. It's such a contradiction; I want the familiarity of an unknown man's body against mine. Just what the hell is wrong with me?
Well, since Scott's not approving of me, I need to find someone who is. Come to this of it, this guy's pretty low. He comes to a school for emotionally broken kids to get some.
After these ten minutes, I push him off.
"I gotta go, Leo," I say, with all the seductiveness I can muster while these thoughts are rushing through my head. He nods uncertainly.
"O--okay," he stutters. I pick up the cigarettes and leave.
"You better be worth that," I whisper to the box. Wow! Now, I'm talking to inanimate objects? My damage is something twisted! I pull out a cigarette and one of the matches. Thank god for good ol' nicotine. I take in a good long huff and breathe out the smoke. My brain's flying with the gain of what has been deprived. I hope Queenie didn't tell too many people about what I do. She only found out because she was in the dorms when I got my first box and didn't know where to hide it. As I finish this one, I come out from the quasi-darkness the forest provides, and see Scott chopping wood. I go to hide my box in its current hiding place: the woodpile. Right before I put it away, I take out another one and light it. Time to try my shit with Scott again.
"I love watching a man chop wood," I say, still seductively. It's almost as if this is the residue from when I was sweet-talking Leo. I walk over to him. Note to self: thank Peter for putting Scott on wood-chopping duty.
"Really?" he says nonchalantly. Come on! Give a little!
"Actually, I love watching you chop wood." Hey! I'm telling the truth! If the truth happens to be told flirtatiously, so be it! I bite my lower lip and lean against the woodpile. My, my, aren't you fine?
"Hey, you're caught with that and you'll be the next one chopping wood," he points out. Then will you come and admire me?
"You smoke, right?" I ask, offering my cigarette. It's a big sacrifice. "I got 198 more where that came from." He takes it. I can't really read his expression. This is where shit starts happening.
"Yeah, I heard about that," he says, unimpressed.
"Don't worry, it's not like he meant anything to me," I say seductively, still.
"I wasn't worried, and I quit," he says, throwing away the cigarette. Well, wasn't that a slap in the face, on more that one level, too.
"Hey, let me give you a heads up on something," I reply, getting frustrated. "Everything in life is give and take. I learned that on the streets." You get it easy. You get it told to you! I had to learn it the hard way. "You give as little as you can, and you take as much as you can." The truth in that bites. "I learned that. That's reality!"
"Not mine," he says. Are you trying to mock me?
"You don't have a reality," I point out. "You have Juliette. Football captain takes the prom queen," I say looking at him in the eyes just to prove my point. "That's fantasy-land."
"At least she's not a skank." Okay, that's the last straw.
"One thing I'd like you to remember: I am a human being so speak to me like one!" I spit back. How dare he? He doesn't know anything! "Oh, speaking of reality," here's the punch line, "d'you know Juliette's crushing on Auggie?" Let's see what he says to this. "I saw them kissing. Peaches and cream… with salsa on top," I say with one hell of a seductive look, almost to try and enhance what I'm telling him. "Your reality sucks, doesn't it? Just remember who didn't play games with you," I say, walking off. I turn around and check him out one last time before leaving. He had all this anger boiling up and released it on a new piece of wood. Whatever. Deal with it.
So, I wander over to the girls' dorm steps, smoking another one of my cigarettes. I just got 'em, I'm kind of anxious to pump some nicotine into my body.
"Hey! Shelby!" I hear Frank call. I throw the butt under the steps and look up at him innocently. He looks exhausted.
"Yes?" I ask sweetly. He just rolls his eyes. Please let him not have seen the smoking. Please?
"Hannah needs you in the admin building." I breathe out a sigh of relief. If Frank had wanted to punish me for the smoking, he would've done it right away, and on his own.
"Why?" I ask shortly, my expression falling, all the same.
"Newbie. Go now," he says, mimicking the tone I recently used. I smirk and leave. Great, no I have to deal with a newbie! Why me? My not Juliette? She's friendly enough. She does enough smiling for the rest of the school.
I enter the building. "Hey, Kat, where's Hannah?" I ask. Kat helps out around Horizon when she can; which is something I would never do.
"Uh," she says, checking a clip-board on the desk, "down that hall, third door to the left." I nod and go to the correct door. I collect myself, and knock. Here goes nothing.
"Oh, Shelby, perfect," Hannah says, opening the door, and letting me in. I give her a weird look and then see the newbie. She doesn't even look like a newbie, she looks like she's been her forever. She looks right at me. She has a knowing look, as if she knows everything about me. I don't like the feeling of being scrutinized.
"So, you're Shelby, my buddy," she says sarcastically. I nod, giving her the weird look this time.
"Yeah, and you are?" I reply, feigning interest.
"The name's Daisy. Daisy Graves," she says, holding out a hand to shake. I shake it, but cautiously.
"Graves, huh? Fun. You think that up yourself?" I ask sarcastically.
"Okay, Shelby, that's enough. Take Daisy to the dorm, and get her settled. Then give her the tour. Daisy, you're on newbie-restriction until tomorrow afternoon, so you can get settled, and meet the Cliffhangers. You're allowed out of the dorm for meals and group," Hannah explains.
"Group?" Daisy questions.
"Yeah, we get together and spill our guts. You'll like it," I say sarcastically, and smirk.
"I'm sure I will," she replies with an equal smirk.
"I'm liking her already," I tell Hannah, my voice getting more and more sarcastic by the moment.
"Yeah, so get to it. Chop, chop," she says, clapping her hands. I roll my eyes.
"Come on, Miss Graves," I say, picking up one of her bags, and lead the way out. "Well, that was the admin building."
"You're joking!" she replies sarcastically.
"Right, well, down there is the cafeteria. Over there's the gazebo, and those are the docks. The classroom are in that building, and above the lodge, right over there."
"The lodge?" she says, interrupting my pointing and explaining.
"Yeah, the common area. It's also where we have group," I say, putting up a mock enthusiastic thumbs-up.
"Great!" she says sarcastically, her face dropping.
"My thoughts exactly." As we pass the woodshed, I see Scott at work still.
"Who's he?" Daisy asks. She's not interested, I can tell by her tone, just curious.
"Scott. He's in our group. You'll see at dinner tonight," I say, rolling my eyes. "And you get to meet the other girls, now," I say, opening our dorm door. "Hey! Where are they?" I think aloud, looking around.
"Room's filled with empty people," Daisy observes.
"Yeah, that's it," I reply. "Oh, right. Okay, well, Kat was working in the admin building. She'll be back later, and well, I dunno if you want to know Jul--" I start, but am cut off.
"Hey! Oh my gosh! We have a newbie!" she squeals.
"Queenie, calm down. Daisy, this is our resident princess," I say, rolling my eyes. "Juliette, this is Daisy."
"Oh, you got Shelby as your first day buddy?" Daisy nods. "My deepest sympathies."
"Uh, thanks," she replies.
"Don't worry, Jules is just off her rocker," I say, lying down on my bunk, to wait for dinner to come.
Finally, at 6:30, we all leave for dinner. By now, Kate's come back to the dorm, and I've introduced her to Daisy. As we enter the cafeteria, an idea pops into my head.
"Oh, you'll wanna watch out for the food."
"Why?"
"It's rather lethal," I say sarcastically.
"Nah, it's just kind of rubbery and without flavor," Kat says, scowling at me. We get our food and sit down at the table with the guys.
"You gonna introduce us to the newbie?" Scott asks harshly.
"Daisy, this is Auggie, and Ezra," I say, pointedly refusing to look at Scott. "Guys, this is Daisy."
"You guys have a newbie too!" Juliette remarks.
"Yeah, Isaac meet Shelby, Juliette, Kate and Daisy," Ezra says, eyeing Daisy. He just nods.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" I ask sarcastically. He just looks down at his food. "Right."
"Why don't you just leave him alone?" Scott says, getting angry.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?" I fire back.
"So, why are you here?" Juliette asks, stopping our little fight.
"Here we go again," Daisy says lightly. "I'm a child of alcoholic parents, my mother has lost all maternal instincts, and my father became abusive. When he finally threatened physical abuse, I whacked him over the head with one of his golf clubs, a 7 iron."
"You wanted to off him?" Ezra asks, interested. Daisy nods.
"And I would've, I just didn't think I could cry for the police," she says. Wow, this girl is freaky! Why are they sticking her here? She might kill one of us!
"Great!" Ezra says, just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He's a little unenthused by her little speech.
"So, what's newbie's story?" I ask pryingly.
"We don't know. He hasn't said a word since he arrived," Ezra says.
"Strong and silent one, huh?" Daisy says, getting into the whole Horizon way.
"I like her already," I say, smiling, and nodding in Daisy's direction.
"Well, that's big of you," Scott says evilly.
"Scott, man, what's up with you? Huh?" Auggie asks.
"Lay off, man, it's none of your business!" he replies, getting up and leaving. All eyes turn to Juliette.
"What? I didn't do anything!" she cries out. All eyes instinctively go to me.
"Well, I'm touched," I say, and get up to leave. "Oh, Daisy, after dinner you have to go back to the dorm."
"Yes, master," she replies.
"Good, my child. You learn well," I say, acting on the reply, and leave. I need another cigarette! Man, this isn't good; I'll be coughing up smoke for a week.
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"Hey, where are the other guys?" Juliette asks at breakfast the next morning. Only Ezra is sitting at the table that the Cliffhangers normally use.
"You guys didn't hear?" he asks, slight surprise written over his face. Oh no, what happened this time?
"No, pray tell," I say, mock interest in my voice, as I sit down at the table.
"Isaac passed out last night. He either fell into a coma or died, dunno which," he replies.
"Well, I'm sure it makes a big difference to him," Juliette points out.
"Happy place," Daisy says, looking around the caf cheerfully.
"Yeah, really," I reply, glumly looking at my breakfast. "What's this supposed to be?"
"Uh, eggs and beacon, I think," Kate answers. I smirk.
"So, where are the other guys?" Juliette asks again.
"Oh, being questioned by the police. I was asked their questions early." Probably thought he looked the guiltiest.
"Gotcha," Juliette says. Thank god, I was starting to think I'd have to draw her a picture.
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The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence. Since Daisy was on room restriction, and I didn't really have anything to do, I hung out with her and got to know her. Whatever, she's cool and all. I'm sure we'll become great friends. I mean, it's about time I had someone to talk to. She's honest and won't give you any crap. You can really trust her to keep your secrets. It's great! Okay, I may be this excited inside, but I can't let them see it on the outside.
Oh, we also pointedly avoided the subject of Isaac. After all the formalities of paper work and such, Peter called a group this evening. It's now an hour before lights out and the Cliffhangers, Peter, Hannah, and Frank are in the lodge. Wonderful! Joy, joy, fun, fun. Time to talk about our feelings.
"As you're all aware, a young boy ODed here last night. 16 years old. His name is Isaac Wilton. Except for a few of you, no one had a chance to get to know him," Peter says. Who did get a chance to know him?
"How?" Daisy asks.
"How what, Daisy?" Peter asks calmly.
"How did he do it?" she replies. Yeah, I'd like to know that too, actually!
"Barbituates," Peter says simply. "He overdosed on barbituates. Other questions we can ask are why anyone feels the need to abuse drugs? Or what you do if you're having similar feelings?" I have had similar feelings. No one was there to help me! Patty's overdosing is the thing that saved me. Had she not ODed, I'd still be out there with her right now. Wow, that's a harsh choice. "Any thoughts on that? Anybody?" No! I'm not gonna spill my guts on my best friend's death to a bunch of kids who don't care.
"Look," Scott says, "he was just the new kid. I mean, you said it, none of us knew him." Wow, that's cold. He doesn't get it. He was a person. A real living, breathing person. I don't care if he was new. That doesn't make a difference. I knew he wouldn't care.
"Up until a few days ago, Scott, you were the new kid. Remember?" Peter says pointedly. It's true too.
"Could've been an accident too, you know?" Ezra butts in. Nah, drugs are not an accident. "Depends what types of barbs he was doing. Fiorinal, Phenobarb, Secanols. Happens all the time. Some newbie tries to get high and puts the lights out by mistake." Okay, his knowledge of drugs astounds me. It's actually kinda creepy.
"He's a butt-wipe," Auggie says. A what, now?
"Sorry, Auggie, what?" Peter asks calmly. His calmness is starting to bug me.
"I said he's a butt-wipe," Auggie repeats.
"Why's that?" Peter asks. I think he's finally starting to lose all that patience.
"He should've done it at home. You know. Instead he comes here with this bad attitude and then he ODs our dorm. Alright, now we gotta live there. Now, I dunno 'bout you guys, but that creeps me out!" Auggie finishes. Didn't think of it that way, but still. Man, I wouldn't want to have to live tin that dorm. How'd he smuggle the drugs in here anyway?
"Now--Now we're supposed to have all these feelings," Scott says. You're not supposed to have feelings! They're not forcing you to. You just have them. What they want you to do is share them, you dumbass! "It sucks."
"How'd he get away with it anyhow?" I ask. "I mean, aren't you guys supposed to deal with this stuff before?" I hate to put it this way, but why the hell didn't you stop it?
Peter looks over at Hannah who looks most hurt by it all. I think she was the one to admit Isaac and failed to see those drugs. Frank's now getting up, almost as if he can't stand all this anymore. As if he's trying to run away. He looks at Peter meaningfully, but I can't see his expression: his back is turned. Peter looks worried, almost.
"Sometimes it doesn't matter how hard you try or how much you care, sometimes it's just not enough," Peter answers. Then what is enough?
Peter turns around to catch up with Frank who's now leaving. We just all sit in silence; Peter's last depressing words sinking in. After a minute, he comes back.
"Guys, be ready at sunrise. You're going on a hike," he says.
"Do you mean just the guys, or all of us?" I ask hopefully.
"Just the guys." All the girls let out a collective sigh of relief at this news.
"Why us?" Scott whines.
"Because it happened in your dorm," Peter says. "Frank's taking you." After a rather long surprised silence, Peter talks again. "Alright guys, bed time. Lights out in 20 minutes."
We all get up and go to our respective dorms. I can hear the guys whine, yet the girls are all pretty silent, left to their own thoughts. I don't like my thoughts. They're all so depressive. I'm constantly reminded of patty; of how I walked in and found her dead; of how I got all her stuff and fled. This sucks. I wish I could have a dreamless sleep.
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The next morning when we all got to breakfast, the guys were getting ready to leave.
"Have fun on that hike!" I tease sarcastically. They all shoot me dirty looks.
"Hey, I hear Hannah's leaving," Ezra says randomly. My attention is caught, as is everyone else's.
"What?" we all ask in unison. Ezra nods.
"But that's all I know… sorry," he says with a shrug and leaves. The two other guys follow.
"Great, now we have no counselor," I sigh as I get my food and sit down.
"Man, that must've hit her hard," Jules reflects.
"No shit, Queenie."
"Shelby! Just stop!" Kat says, stopping the bickering. Kat is close to Hannah. This must suck for her. Sensing all the tension, an idea comes to mind.
"I know I'm not normally this nice, but do you guys wanna go have a smoke? You know, release tension?" I say.
"Sure, I'm in," Daisy says.
"Whatever, me too," Jules agrees. We all look at Kat.
"Guys, you could all get in serious trouble," she warns.
"What? You afraid?" I mock
"Whatever, I'll come with, but I'm not smoking," she says.
"Fine," I reply. We finish breakfast, then go out to the lake once I get my cigarettes.
We sit down on the docks, behind the canoes and I hand out the cigarettes.
"A popular belief these days is that death is just a portal to the next stage," Daisy begins. She seems like she knows a lot on the subject. "That somehow this life is just a pit-stop on a longer journey. Well that's bull." Wasn't expecting that. "This is it and death is the end. Blackness. Nothingness. No consciousness. This idea that you'll get to see who comes to your funeral is pathetic. You're dead, bud, the joke's on you," she finishes. Okay, that was a little creepy. I start looking around for the matches. Please tell me I have some more! I smoked a few yesterday morning and afternoon, after I heard about the kid. I'm now down to 174. Wow! Where do they all go? I'd like to make them last so I don't have to deal with what's his face's hands all over me again. "You are nothing but worm food," Daisy says, bringing me back to this world. Oh, yay! Happy thought! "Death sucks and you're an idiot if you think it's better than one more sunrise, one more chance to laugh." Daisy? Laugh? You've gotta be kidding me! I continue looking for matches. Where are they? "Just kidding! Fake out!" she says, smiling. I smirk.
"I still like what you said," Princess says. Why? It was creepy!
"Really?" Daisy asks in mock interest.
"Wasn't there someone he could talk to?" she asks. "Someone just to say 'don't do it'?" Well, obviously not!
"You guys have never seen a dead person?" I ask. "You only got to see one person that used to be alive. Now they're like totally still. You can't even believe how still." It's true. That's the scary thing. All the life just gets sucked out of you.
"Look, can we just stop talking about it?" Kat pleads.
"Stop talking about what?" Daisy asks sarcastically. Kat looks at her. Daisy just smirks. She's great!
"Whatever," Kat replies.
"Darn!" I sigh, giving up on my search for the matches.
"What?" Jules asks.
"No matches," I reply with a fake smile.
"Let me get this straight," she answers. "You negotiated an entire carton of cigarettes and only one pack of matches?" she asks incredulously. I smirk. I hate it when she's right like that.
I suddenly hear footsteps and turn around to see none other than Peter! Oh, god! Why do you hate me?
"Dark forces are upon us," Daisy says sarcastically.
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in 174 cigarettes?" I ask cutely. Hey! It's worth a shot. Peter smiles as thought Christmas came early this year and shakes his head.
"As you can see, I'm not a smoker. Additionally, I begged the girls here not to do it," Kat says. You so didn't beg! I'd remember you begging!
"Number one: you're on report," Peter says, taking the cigarettes form our mouths. "Meet me in my office in two hours. And number two: I want all 174 of these coffin nails on my desk. Got it, ladies?" no! not my babies! I did horrible things to get these! He probably just wants to smoke them himself. He turns to leave when--
"No number three?" Juliette asks. As if she's that stupid! I give her legs a shove.
"You know, actually, number three: I want you all to do your detention in the kitchen… with me," he replies. What? I give him a little smirk and my face falls again.
"Way to go, Princess!" I say, getting up and dusting off my pants.
"Sorry!" she replies, rolling her eyes. The rest of the girls get up as well.
"I dunno why I'm in trouble! I didn't do anything," Kat whines.
"It's like aid to murder," Daisy says with a shrug. "You didn't stop it." Wow, this girl is just smiley sunshine, isn't she?
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The two and a half hours leading up to our kitchen time were nothing special. We just moped around for a couple of hours, then went to Peter's office and he put down our offences in writing. Then we made our way to the kitchens for happy hour and here we are.
"Alright, we're here today to bake a cake," Peter announces, once we're set up behind the counter. A… cake? What is this cake thing you speak of? "A birthday cake," he adds, as thought it'll make a difference. "Well, come on!" we all look at him, totally unfazed.
"Peter, you know us. You've read our records, our psych evals, our rap sheets," Kat says. Oh those were fun. Good times. "Where in any of that was there anything that possibly made you think we knew how to bake a cake?" Oh! That is good! That's so true too… I never got on well with the oven…
"Uh, I dunno, you guys are girls," he says, pointing out the obvious. No way!
"We're not girls, man. We're profoundly dysfunctional adolescents," I say sarcastically. Adolescents who probably never had a successful home ec class in our lives.
"Great!" he says, getting a little annoyed.
"So, who's birthday?" Queenie asks before I get myself into more trouble for fighting with Peter. Hey! It's happened before!
"Hannah's," he says as thought it's really obvious. I snort.
"You think a cake is gonna make her stay?" I ask mockingly.
"Uh, frankly, I'm running out of ideas fast so it couldn't hurt," he says. I smile mockingly.
"Alright, I'm in for Hannah," Kat says.
"Whatever," I say. Juliette's bouncing and Daisy looks bored.
"Excellent. What do we need?" Peter asks, taking off his blouse so he won't get it dirty. A white T-shirt isn't much better.
"Um, flour?" Daisy says pointedly. Don't tell me… Peter has no idea what he's doing!
"Flour, very good, Daisy," he says, looking around for the flour. He finally reaches under the counter and gets a huge Tupperware container of flour. Wonderful. "Flour. What else?"
"Sugar," I suggest. Duh!
"Sugar?" He looks behind him and picks up a smaller glass container. "Ah. Sugar. Told you, we can do this. We can," he says. I straighten up. This is gonna be one long detention.
This same naming game goes on until we seem to have everything we need. Then we start mixing it together.
"Wow, this looks… interesting," Daisy comments as Juliette stirs. She seems to be having a little trouble, but it's almost done any way.
"Alright, guys, the oven's set," Peter says, joining us. "Looks about right," he adds as he checks the batter.
"Nah, it's way too thin still," I say.
"It's not like it's getting any thicker," Juliette whines.
"Whatever," I say.
"Just mention to our tasters that there is a poisoning possibility with this," Daisy says sarcastically. Kat just rolls her eyes.
"So, let's bake it," Peter says, taking it and bringing it to the oven. We all crouch around it. I open the door, and Peter puts it in. we all stare with dramatic effect as he pushes it to the back of the oven. I then close the door and notice something. I grope at the closed door.
"There's no window," I point out desperately.
"How are we supposed to know what's going on in there?" Juliette asks melodramatically.
"All we can do is wait," Peter replies. I look at him unimpressed.
"How much time do we have to wait?" Kat asks.
"Uh, an hour," Daisy says, checking the cookbook. She then set the clock and joins us. For a full hour we just stare at the stainless steel door. Finally, the bell chimes and Peter opens the door.
As if we made that! Juliette gasps loudly. That's the worst cake I've ever seen!
"Oh dear lord," Kat sighs.
"It's hideous," Daisy pitches in with a little chuckle.
"We must kill it!" I say, picking up a spatula from the stovetop. Peter stops me.
"No! no! it's not a monster, it's our cake… it's our baby," he says, taking a towel, and taking the cake out. "All she needs is a little frosting. He looks pained at it.
"Oh, come off it, Peter, it's gonna take a lot more than a little frosting!" I say honestly. Wow, that's sad.
"That is pathetic," Daisy says. You're telling me!
We did however try to fix it up. Daisy and I ended up filling the hole in the middle with frosting, which Peter forced us to take out. Kat then wrote "BIRTHDAY" on it in white frosting. Juliette ran and got a picture of it. All in all, it was a pretty good detention.
At dinner that evening, the guys told us that Isaac was off life support and that he was gonna be all right… this time. I couldn't help but feel bad that Patty hadn't gotten a second chance. She would've become something great, had she known, had she taken advantage of life. That's just how she was.
