This chapter is from Alice's point of view
Chapter Three
Rosalie nudged me worriedly. I shot her a glare.
"What?" I hissed. We were doing a worksheet while our "cupcakes" were cooking and I was getting gradually more irritated at the absence of the word "coagulate" in our "Fulfilled food word searches" as Ms. Haley had put it.
"The clone's cupcakes smell awful." She hissed back.
"So?" I returned to the top row to continue my search.
"Well…ours don't smell like that!" I peaked round over my shoulder. Indeed there was little to no smell issuing from the small box under the counter behind our desk.
"Maybe that's a good thing." I said hopefully. "Maybe she's done it wrong."
Rosalie furrowed her brow and glanced over at Tara disbelievingly.
"I don't think so…her mum is a baker!" she whispered in an ominous tone.
"What the hell is a baker?" I asked in confusion.
"Someone who makes cakes for a living." Rosalie grimaced. "She's been doing this all her life probably."
I must have looked incredibly scared because Rosalie patted my arm. (Something she never does, the only ever time she has patted anyone's arm is when Emmett found out that football mascots were just guys in suits and not in fact a whole different breed of animals. Why he didn't know this already is beyond me but there you go.)
"Don't worry, we copied everything she did." She said. "I'm sure they can't be that different from hers." After this ironically there was a ping from the timer on the dragon lady's desk.
"Take out your cakes now!" She grasped. "They should be slightly springy and when you put a squire into them there should be no mix left on it as you take it out." Rosalie grinned nervously at me and I returned it reluctantly. We inched closer and closer to the little box, sure that it would explode spiritedly into our faces the moment we opened it.
"You open it" I hissed, Rosalie fiddled with the bottom of her rah-rah skirt and bit her lip.
"Nah it's okay, you can open it sis." I glared at her and was about to say something to her when we detected a whiff of nicotine.
"Problem girls?" the monster of a woman hissed and I wrinkled my nose so that not too much of the putrid smell escaped up into it.
"No, no problem." Rosalie said happily and Ms. Haley glowered at her.
"We were just going to take them out." I stammered and Ms. Haley nodded at me but stayed where she was,
"Well…go on then" She said and nodded again. I shot a frantic look at Rosalie and her desperate eyes met mine.
I pulled at the door of the box and felt cold metal against my even colder skin. Wasn't it supposed to be hot? Wasn't that what made the little balls of mix turn into little cakes? Rosalie was searching my panicked expression for clues of what had gone wrong. I peeked through hole in which we had placed the tray full of gloop half an hour ago. It was still there, still gloop, cold gloop but gloop none the less.
"I think they need a little more time." I said to the woman that now towered above my tiny form that was bent over the little box.
"Half an hour is long another young lady." Her voice did not stray from the simpering tone she had now taken to directing at me but there was definitely a sharp edge to it like a blunted knife. I decided to bite the bullet that was now flying at lightning speed towards me.
"Here are our cakes Ms. Haley." I said and whipped them out. Fortunately when you are a vampire it is quite possible to control certain advantages you may have although it can not be said to be easy and sometimes in times of stress even we slip up. The gloop dripped down the sides of her head, through her knotty bob and onto the pristinely clean pure white blouse. I glanced at Rosalie; she just stood their, her mouth wide open her eyes staring. Of course Tara at once did the same and, not to be out down, gasped horridly. Even Darren looked up from his dark chocolate muffins. There was silence, no one spoke, no one moved. All I can say is that I was write all along, Vampire don't cook!
AN: I think this is probably the last chapter but if I have more ideas on this I may add more. It's a shame it turned out to be short because I love writing this particular fan fiction. Please review.