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Sorry for the long wait. I did tell you guys I would be busy! But the good news is, I managed to finish today's chapter! I got so many great reviews from you guys last time, and they were all really motivating, so I wrote at every chance I got until I was done. And since I'm done early, and you guys have been waiting for so long, I'm going to update early! So thanks for both the reviews and being patient. Happy reading! :D

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Bake Sale

Grade One

May (6), Drew (6), Paul (6), Gary (6), Ash (6)

May couldn't wait until lunchtime. Last week, it had been announced that there was going to be a bake sale today at lunch, and that meant May could buy many different kinds of treats for herself. And this was something she was really looking forward to, as she had quite the sweet-tooth.

Finally, finally the bell rang, signalling the end of class and the start of lunch. Only a few kids took out their lunch bags, but everyone else rushed out, being eager to get to the sale as soon as possible. Poor May got pushed to the back of the crowd of children, and was one of the last ones to exist her classroom, along with Drew, who had decided to wait patiently for an opening rather than pushing past the others in an unmannerly fashion.

The hall was crowded with kids, all hoping to get to the sale before all the goodies ran out. May skipped the whole way there, which made the coins in her pocket jingle and bounce, and sound like they were begging to be spent. She dragged her green-haired friend with her, urging him to move faster, since he usually took his time walking to a destination.

When the two finally reached the place they were heading to, they saw three different tables, covered in cookies and brownies and cupcakes and cakes and much more. Each table was attended to by one higher-grade student, who worked quickly to manage his or her customers. Three long lineups had formed, one in front of each table. May decided to get into the line for the table at the far left, while Drew took a place in the line for the middle table.

Gary had reached the front of the line at the far right. He was currently conversing with the person who was on the other side of the table, who happened to be his sister.

"But Daisy, you're my sister!" he whined. "Can't you just give me that cupcake for free?"

Daisy, who was volunteering to sell the treats for the bake sale, sighed. "I already told you; I can't. These aren't mine, and I'm selling them to make money for the school, not myself." she tried to explain for the third time.

"But you already have lots of money!"

"Gary, the others in line are waiting." Daisy was starting to get irritated. "You could have bought this cupcake if you had spent your money wisely, but since you didn't, you can't have them. Now go; you're holding up the line."

Gary, grumbling at getting scolding and not getting the cupcake he wanted, trudged out of the way of a grade two student, who had been waiting impatiently behind him.

Surprisingly, Paul, who was not a fan of overly-sugary (in his opinion), cakey desserts, could also be spotted amongst the other students. He was with his brother, Reggie, who seemed to be asking him for a big favour.

"Please, Paulie?" Reggie pleaded. "Just this once?"

"No." Paul was stubborn. "And don't call me 'Paulie'."

"Pretty please?" Reggie tried again.

"Why can't you do it yourself?" his little brother questioned, refusing once again.

"Well, some of my buddies and I were gonna play this game outside, and we're going to start in a few minutes. Trust me, I normally would buy what I want myself, but I just don't have the time right now." Reggie explained. "So could you please...?"

"No. I wanna go eat my lunch."

Reggie sighed. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere like this. It was time to move on to plan B.

"Okay, let's make a deal." The statement from his older brother caught the first-grader's attention.

"So, you go buy me the cake and cookies I want using my money, and I'll let you keep the change." Reggie offered.

Paul didn't agree, as he sensed a loophole that he just couldn't catch.

"Fine." Reggie gave in. "If there is no change, I'll give you three dollars when we get home. That sound good?"

Paul finally agreed to the tempting offer, and his brother hurried off to meet with his friends. Paul got into the line on the right, unknowingly cutting in front of another boy in the process. The boy scowled and poked the purple-head to get his attention.

"Hey! This was my spot!" he growled angrily. "I was here first!"

Paul turned around to face the dirty-blond-haired boy, his black eyes, boring into his pale grey ones. He recognized the boy as another first-grader named Trip, though they weren't in the same grade one class.

"Too bad." Paul said monotonously, turning to face the front again. He hadn't realized that the shorter boy had, indeed, been there before him, and he had unintentionally taken his place. All he saw was some whining kid who thought he should be in front of him.

"You can't do that!" Trip complained, but was ignored. He glared at the back of Paul's head. He had been trying to get to the front of the line for a while, but being short, even for a first-grader, people weren't noticing him, and kept taking his place. Now, he had had enough. Instead of staying at the back of the line, he decided that he was going to try to squeeze in somewhere closer to the front.

He looked around, and noted a black-haired boy wearing a cap in the middle line. He knew who that was. It was Ash, another first-grader, and he was known for being very friendly and forgiving, which meant it would be easy to cut in front of him without causing a big argument. Once he saw his chance, Trip slipped in front of his cap-wearing victim.

"Um, I was here before you, so this my spot." Ash informed him.

"Well, you were too slow, so now it's mine." Trip shot back.

"But the teacher says that you're not allowed to do that. You have to go to the back of the line." Ash pointed out.

"No I don't. People kept taking my spot, so it's only fair that I get to take someone else's. Even the teacher would agree." Trip drawled, sounding very knowledgeable.

"Oh, okay." Ash fell for it, and allowed him to stay in the spot that he had apparently 'rightfully' taken. Poor, gullible Ash.

Meanwhile, Drew had finally arrived at the table, where he was about to pick out what he wanted.

"So, what would you like?" the pink-haired girl, who was in charge of that table, asked him.

"I want..." Drew stopped mid-sentence when he saw that he recognized the girl. "Hey, I know you! Your name is, um..."

"Solidad." the girl reminded him. "And you were Drew, weren't you? Nice to see you again!"

"You remember my name?" Drew asked interestedly.

Solidad laughed lightly. "Of course I do!" After all, who could forget that cute, polite, green-haired first-grader who got lost in the halllways?

Drew flipped his hair, beaming at the fact that he had made such an unforgettable impression on one of the 'big-kids'.

In the line to the left, a certain bandana-wearing six-year-old had made it to the table, where she planned to purchase a bunch of delicious desserts to satisfy her sweet-tooth. She was greeted by a teenage boy with a large green hat sitting on his long, purple hair.

"Hello, pumpkin-pie!" he said. "Harley's my name! And you're looking for some yummy goodies, huh, honey-bun?"

"Hi, I'm May!" May introduced herself cheerily. "And I want some, ummmm..." She scanned the table, finding it to be a challenge to make a decision. Her mother had only given her a few dollars, but it didn't seem enough for all the baked goods before her.

"Might I make a suggestion?" Harley offered. May looked up at him curiously.

"Try those!" he gestured to a plate full of Cacturne-shaped cookies. "I made them myself for this sale, so I can guarantee that you'd love them!"

"Ooooo! They're pretty scare-looking, aren't they?" May commented.

"Huh? Well, if you say so." Harley forced a large smile on his face, but he couldn't help but take a little offense at her words. Scary-looking? I thought they were pretty cute. And Solidad agreed with me... he thought irritatedly.

May pulled out the coins her mother had given her that made up five dollars. She held them in her hand, her mind still not made up.

"Tell you what! How about I give you a little sample?" Harley suggested. "You can see if you like it or not, and if you want more, you can buy some."

May's eyes shone eagerly as she reached out for the free sample Harley was handing to her. She nibbled the head of the Cacturne-cookie.

"This is really yummy!" she exclaimed. "Can I have another one?"

Harley grinned. He knew his plan to get her to buy his cookies would work! "Ah ah ah!" he wagged his finger, winking. "You're going to have to pay if you want some more, sugar-plum!"

"Oh." Instead of handing over her money like he was expecting her to, May turned to the other treats on the table. "Can I have that big chocolate muffin and two of those chocolate-chip cookies?"

Harley blinked. "But... I thought you said you wanted more of my cookies."

"No, it's okay. I already have one." May held up her unfinished sample. "I want something else now."

Harley begrudgingly handed over what she had ordered and collected her money.

"You have some change left over." he informed her. "It's enough for another Cacturne-cookie, so if you want, you could..."

"Can I have that brownie, too?" May asked, pointing to what she had chosen.

"No Cacturne-cookie?" Harley was starting to get really annoyed. He had practically given her a free cookie, but she wasn't interested in buying any more herself!

"Your cookies weren't half-bad, but I like brownies more." May explained, not knowing that she had worsened the offense Harley felt.

Once she received her brownie, May began making her way back to her classroom. When she wasn't looking, Harley whipped out his cell phone and secretly took a picture of her. The nerve of that girl, acting as if his wonderful cookies weren't anything special! He'd make her pay for that some day...

"Um, Mister?" He looked down to see that his next customer, a little grade two girl, was trying to get his attention. "Can I have a free cookie, too?"

"No!" Harley snapped, taking the little girl by surprise.

Back in their grade one classroom, May, Drew, Gary, Ash, and Paul were gathered with the treats they had bought.

May was nibbling her chocolate muffin, as she had completed her Cacturne-cookie. Her chocolate-chip cookies and brownie, soon to be eaten, were waiting for her on a napkin on her desk.

Drew wasn't feasting on the treats he had bought, because he felt full after finishing his lunch. Instead, the several frosted cupcakes he had purchased were put in some small plastic boxes, so that he could take them home for later.

Gary was munching on a large brownie, purposely in front of Ash, who hadn't managed to buy a brownie because Trip, being in front of him, had bought the last one. He had, however, succeeded in getting a hold of some of the cupcakes that Gary had wanted, and refused to share them with his spiky-haired friend, because he wouldn't share his brownie.

Paul had his older brother's order ready to be picked up, while Paul himself looked forward to the three dollars that had been promised to him.

It had certainly been a satisfactory bake sale.

Two new appearances for today, by both Trip and Harley. So, what did you guys think? Was the bake sale indeed satisfactory, as the last line says?

I had the idea to make Harley's appearance like this for a while now. In fact, I had it even before I wrote the Solidad chapter a while back (Those Confusing Hallways). I just ended up writing this once much later.

And Trip came in too! I'm not exactly sure how he ended up in there, but I was thinking about how many kids just cut in line and then he just popped into my head (not sure why though). I guess he kind of seems OOC right now, but I hope I can fix that by eventually including him in another chapter where he is more in-character (and this time with his signature digital camera!). I haven't completely planned out that chapter yet, though.
(PS. I wasn't exactly sure what colour Trip's hair was, as it always looks kind of green-ish to me, but according to some website, it's dirty-blond. So if you disagreed with me saying his hair is dirty-blond, I just said that because of the website.)

Also, I'm doing a little poll on who you think is your favourite out of the main eight. With this information, I can find out things like who I might need to work on, who you guys want more chapters on, stuff like that. Be sure to check my profile to vote!

Wow, I talk a lot, don't I? Ironically, I'm actually very quiet. See you during my next update!

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