Everybody had already gotten a piece of cake, and we were talking as we ate them. Then Reed pointed out the cake. The top layer had slid off! Everybody else laughed, but I didn’t. I remembered last year.
I sat on the dirty floor. Soon my friends came up. “Are you ok?” One asked. I don’t remember what I said, but I was upset. After a bunch of build-up, and telling my friends there was a surprise inside, it was ruined. Adi, my little sister, went to the kitchen to get the cake. “No!” I cried, rushing in to see it drop. As I stared at the crumbled cake, the product of hours of work, rolling, dying, and decorating. On the floor. I ran off angry at the stricken face of my sister, where my friends found me on the hard floor of the sunroom. When we got back to the kitchen dad cut off the bottom of the cake, and we ate some. After my double layer, I had an ice cream cake that got burnt and freezer burn, after which I declared I should try cupcakes!