Status: Active. (Based on the novel by Laurie Halse Anderson.)
Twisted
Eleven
I stumbled downstairs for breakfast around noon. Six waffles and a quart of orange juice later, I noticed a vanilla frosted cake, decorated with blue rosebuds, sitting on the counter.
I reached for a knife just as Mom came around the corner. She slapped my hand. "Don't touch. It's not for us."
"Who's it for?"
"The Caines."
"You made them a sucking-up cake?" I quipped with a raised eyebrow.
"This is not a 'sucking-up cake'. This is an apology cake, for Sean's accident. The last thing this family needs is to have your father fired. So you're going to deliver it and apologize."
"No way. I won't. I can't. You don't understand, Mom- he's Sean- he's the Sean. He probably thinks I'm the biggest piece of sh-"
"Language!"
"-of crap in the whole freakin' state of Colorado. I am not delivering that cake. You can't force me. Besides, it'll piss Dad off if I go over there."
"This was your father's idea, Elise. If you don't walk over to the Caines this second, you'll have to deal with him."
I reached for a knife just as Mom came around the corner. She slapped my hand. "Don't touch. It's not for us."
"Who's it for?"
"The Caines."
"You made them a sucking-up cake?" I quipped with a raised eyebrow.
"This is not a 'sucking-up cake'. This is an apology cake, for Sean's accident. The last thing this family needs is to have your father fired. So you're going to deliver it and apologize."
"No way. I won't. I can't. You don't understand, Mom- he's Sean- he's the Sean. He probably thinks I'm the biggest piece of sh-"
"Language!"
"-of crap in the whole freakin' state of Colorado. I am not delivering that cake. You can't force me. Besides, it'll piss Dad off if I go over there."
"This was your father's idea, Elise. If you don't walk over to the Caines this second, you'll have to deal with him."
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