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A/N: I am so sorry that I haven't updated in like, four months. Right after midterms, our English teacher gave us a six week research paper (which took up just about ALL of my free time...) and then gave us a hard unit to work on, followed into poetry. I better be getting a good grade for that class. So, after that our teachers just sort of realized that it was 3 weeks before finals and 4 weeks until we graduated, so they crammed in around 2 tests a day. Then, we had finals two weeks ago and I did well considering all the time I spent studying. I also did quite a number of babysitting jobs. So, that's why. I wasn't too lazy or anything, it's just that my teachers get a little homework/test crazy at the end of the year. I also got really sick around a week or two after my last update and I was only allowed to get on for an hour each day. So now its summer and I will update lots lots more.

LIVExLAUGHxLOVExPINK: Thanks. I was deep in thought when I wrote that chapter. (By the way, I love pink too. It's like, everything I own)

Insane and Logical: Thanks too. Sorry about the longness.

taynzpink: I know you've PMed me so many times, and I told you why :). So I hope you like this chapter.

Polkadot-Sunstar: Triple thanks. I love writing this. It lets me stay in that sort of immature state of mind, rather than the mature one.

Dreamgurl868: Thanks doubles. I hope you like this chapter too.

Chapter 7: Cooking

Jake:

"Hey world that enjoys watching us!" Sarah smiled into the camera (Mom always tells us to smile; it keeps her fan rating up or something like that).

We paused. What else to say?

"...We were wondering why you guys come to our site so much. Lorraine gets mad. She keeps changing her makeup to please the fans. We're not creeped or anything, we're flattered, actually..." I said...wandering off to look out the window. "Sarah, Mike wants to be let in," I said, nodding to the shaggy-haired little boy twirling in front of our window. I say this now like it's nothing. We scrambled up to the window and let him in. Mike shook the chalk off of himself and ran out of the room.

Sarah sighed, "Sorry about that. But anyways --"

"Sarah! Jake! Come down here!" Mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs. We shut the camera off and flashed each other a look of panic. What did we do now?

Apparently, it was something the whole family did. (Excluding Nora)

"None of you are in trouble. Except Lorraine," Mom said. Haha.

"What did I do?!" Lorraine squeaked. She needs a new voice.

Mom glared, "Well, we can start off with the little candy lunch you gave your younger siblings a few days ago. That was NOT proper, young lady. And you call yourself ready to graduate next year. You can't cook a thing!"

"...I can cook something! I cook cereal...and toast," Lorraine stated with pride. Does she expect an award or something? I mean, really.

"Those don't count," Mom shook her head, "Even Nigel and Kyle can make those. With supervision, of course." Nigel and Kyle laughed and clapped. Not much else you can do when everyone around you is in hysterics. "So," Mom continued, "Since none of you can cook, I'm giving you cooking lessons." She put an apron over her head. "Put on your aprons, welcome to Baker Home Ec 101." We put ours on, startled. Then we were instructed to sit at the table.

"Okay, guys, we're going to cook a full course dinner..." Mom said. Nigel and Kyle raised their hands. "Kyle," she called on them. They say the same thing anyways.

"We haven't had lunch yet," Kyle said sweetly.

"Well, you two can make lunch while the others make dinner. I'll pick something you know already. PB&J. Get moving you two." Kyle and Nigel did High Fives and ran into the kitchen and got working. Mom had it planned; it was set up for them.

"Now, I'm putting three on appetizers, three on dessert, and the rest on the actual dinner." We all looked around at each other, wondering who was getting what.

"Jessica, Mark, and Kim - appetizers." They nodded and got up. "Ummm...Sarah, Jake, and Mike - dessert."

"YES!" Sarah, Mike, and I slapped hands and went into the kitchen.

Mom stared and the 3 older kids that were left, "Henry, Lorraine, and Charlie, dinner, please." They came in shortly after.

Sarah, Mike and I were set up around a few dessert cookbooks, while others were looking at what they were assigned to. We were eating our lunch, and Nigel and Kyle were sent upstairs to play becuase Mom didn't want them touching anything hot, sharp, or dangerous.

"Um, Mom," I raised my hand. She came over. "All of these dessert things look either too hard or tastes disgusting. I mean really, who makes a layered raspberry and peanut butter ice cream and calls it PB&J ice cream. Why would someone make a peanut butter ice cream?!"

"Not to mention...raspberries taste icky with peanut butter," Mike stated. We stared. "What? It's not like I tried it. Well, okay, maybe I did."

Mom sighed, "I'll think of something for you guys. Meanwhile, I need to get the older ones (who are anyone above Sarah and me) started with dinner, and Jess, Kim, and Mark with those appetizers." She walked off.

Well, it turns out that our so-called elegant dinner has turned into an indoor barbeque. Jessica, Kim, and Mark are making pigs in a blanket, Charlie is making a steak, Henry is making hamburgers, and Lorraine is attempting making French fries.

We're still waiting. So here we are sitting, while everyone else is working. But at least we have these funny cookbooks to laugh at.

"Okay you three! I got what you need to make dessert," Mom said, handing us a large...well, I don't know what it is,...with a crank on it. Mike tried putting his head inside it.

"What is this?" Sarah said, inspecting the outside.

"It's an ice cream maker. I figured you guys could make some," she handed us the instructions.

After awhile, we got everything in and started using the crank. We turned it for about 15 minutes and tasted it.

"Ew!" Sarah and I screeched.

"Mike, put more sugar in it," he poured in a lot, but it tasted much better.

"Hey, mom?" Sarah asked.

Mom came walking in, "Yes?"

"How old is this?"

"It was your great grandmother's."

Our mouths dropped. She smiled and walked out.

An hour or so later, we stopped turning the crank and put it in the freezer, waiting for dinner. Then we cleaned up and got ready for dinner.

We sat in the living room eating the appetizers and watched TV until we were called in for dinner.

The dinner was pretty good, except the French fries turned into potato chips, which weren't good. But, Lorraine made them, so it's understandable.

Now it was our turn and Mom put out 14 bowls and served us the ice cream we made.

Dad took the first spoonful and put it in his mouth, "It's really sweet."

Sarah and I tasted it, "It wasn't that sweet when we put it in the freezer." We looked over to Mike.

"I just wanted it to taste like Coldstone..." he said sheepishly.

Our parents didn't like it, but all the kids did. We ate on and you know what that means..

SUGAR HIGH! Man I love those...

A/N: Hope everyone likes this! Please Please R&R. I'm going to go get some ice cream from the fridge...bye!