Cooking class
Today was cooking class, I dreaded this day all week. Guess what? We had to make cookies to get into the top team of the class. I tried and I tried but I was far from the best cook in the class. I wanted to give up but I kept trying all day and night to practice but I did not get any better than I was. The time had come and It was time to get cooking. A little bit of sugar, eggs, butter and chocolate but there was something else… I did not know what it was. I still put it in and then in the oven it went. “I know I will win.” I thought to myself. When the timer went off I took it out of the oven slowly, it was that heavy. Before my eyes there was an atrocious mess of gloop! It was scattered along the plate and I felt like bursting into tears. So that is why I am always last. I was washing away in my heart.
By Charlotte C:)
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