Sweet Victory by Sheryl Berk

Sadie Harris zipped down Frisbee Street on her new RipStik board, imagining herself carving down a powdery white ski slope.
    â€œYes!” she cheered as she took each curb expertly. She came to a screeching halt at Kylie Carson’s house and waved to her friend. Thanks to her new speedy means of transportation—a Christmas gift from her two older brothers—she was the first to arrive at the cupcake club meeting.
    â€œDoes that thing only have two wheels?” Kylie gasped. “Sadie, you are a maniac!”
    â€œIt’s so cool!” Sadie said, picking up the bright-red caster board and flipping it upside down to show Kylie its design. “I can do all these sick tricks—even a three-sixty turn. It’s like a snowboard on wheels!”
    Kylie nodded. “Yeah, I almost broke my neck on the bunny slope when my parents took me skiing last year. Better keep me far away from anything that goes fast and downhill.”
    Sadie smiled. “I could teach you sometime. It’s really not hard.”
    â€œNot hard for you,” Kylie replied. “You ace every sport you try. My parents nicknamed me ‘Kylie Klutzarina’ when I was three for a reason.”
    â€œIt has a nice ring to it,” Sadie teased her friend. She gave Kylie a playful punch in the arm.
    â€œSince you’re so sporty, you’re gonna love our latest order,” Kylie said. “It’s pretty over the top.”
    No cupcake order could surprise Sadie anymore. Peace, Love, and Cupcakes had created cupcakes for an Elvis impersonator; cupcakes decorated to look like raw sushi; and even cupcakes for dogs, cats, and horses to eat.
    â€œGo ahead—spill,” Sadie said. “What’s the new order, and are we renaming the club Peace, Love, and Crazy to Bake This?”
    â€œI think we should wait till the rest of the girls get here,” Kylie said, stalling her. “But I will give you one little hint: you’ll be jumping up and down when I tell you what it is.”
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    By the time Jenna Medina, Lexi Poole, and Delaney Noonan—the remaining members of PLC—arrived, Kylie had laid out all the details on her kitchen counter. “So the delivery is Saturday morning, which gives us a week,” she said, glancing at the order form. “And the order is for four dozen in two different flavors—something chocolate, something vanilla.” She opened her recipe binder and started flipping through it.
    â€œIt doesn’t sound so complicated.” Lexi weighed in. “Sadie told us you said this order was over the top.”
    â€œWell, the customer is leaving the design up to us, and the sky’s the limit,” Kylie replied.
    Jenna realized her friend was trying to be punny. “There is no way I am delivering these cupcakes jumping out of a plane!”
    â€œRelax! No skydiving.” Kylie chuckled. “But you’re right about the ‘up in the air’ part.”
    â€œIs this a cupcake order for birds?” Lexi guessed. “’Cause feathers and fondant don’t exactly go well together.”
    â€œNope, no birds,” Kylie said. “And no helicopters or bungee jumping either.”
    Jenna scratched her head. “ Qué pasa, chica? What are you not telling us?”
    â€œThe order is for a trampoline birthday party!” Kylie finally revealed. “How much fun is that?”
    â€œPlease tell me we don’t have to make cupcakes that bounce,” Jenna said, groaning.
    â€œCan we do that?” Delaney asked excitedly. She loved to kid around, but she could also be a little clueless sometimes.
    â€œThe birthday boy is turning five and has invited his whole kindergarten class to Up, Up, and Away Trampoline Center in Stamford.”
    â€œCool!” Sadie said. “So we have to come up with cupcakes that have a trampoline theme.”
    â€œExactly,” Kylie said. “Any