The Cupcake Diaries Collection: Katie and the Cupcake Cure; Mia in the Mix; Emma on Thin Icing; Alexis and the Perfect Recipe by Coco Simon Page B
Authors: Coco Simon
Ads: Link
ruined my new suede boots because of a sudden rainstorm, it was on a Monday. And the last time I lost my cell phone, it was Monday. And when did I find it? Friday, of course. Because Friday is an awesome day.
Then there was that bad Monday I had a few weeks ago. It should have been a good Monday. A great Monday, even, because that was my first day back at school after the Cupcake Club won the contest.
Remember when I mentioned Cupcake Club? I’m in the club with my friends Katie, Alexis, and Emma. It started because we all eat lunch together,and on the first day of school Katie brought in this amazing peanut-butter-and-jelly cupcake that her mom made. Katie is a fabulous cupcake baker too, and she and her mom taught us all how to make them, so we decided to form our own club and make them together. Fun, right?
A little while after we formed the club, Principal LaCosta announced there was going to be a contest the day of the first school dance. There would be a big fund-raising fair in the school parking lot, and the group that raised the most funds would win a prize at the dance.
We hadn’t really planned on participating in the fund-raiser, but then this other group in our class, the Popular Girls Club, kept telling everyone they were going to win. The leader of the group, Sydney, bragged that they had some “top-secret” idea that was going to blow everyone away. It’s not like we’re rivals or anything, but once we heard that, we decided to enter the contest too. Our idea was to sell cupcakes decorated with the school colors (that part was my idea).
The PGC’s big secret ended up being a makeover booth, which would have been a cool idea except they weren’t very good at doing makeovers. In fact, they were terrible at it. But we were verygood at baking cupcakes. We sold two hundred cupcakes and won the contest. At the dance that night, Principal LaCosta gave us our prizes: four Park Street Middle School sweatshirts.
I know it’s not a huge deal or anything, but it felt really good to win. Back at my old school, things were really competitive. Just about every kid took singing lessons or art lessons or violin lessons or French lessons. Everyone was good at something. It was hard to stand out there, and I never won a prize before. I was really happy that we won. It made me think maybe it wasn’t bad that we moved out here.
Just before my mom picked me up the night of our big win, Alexis had an idea.
“We should all wear our sweatshirts to school on Monday,” she said.
“Isn’t that kind of like bragging?” Emma asked.
“We should do it,” Katie said. “All the football guys wear their jerseys when they win a game. We won. We should be proud.”
“Yes, definitely,” I agreed. I mean, Katie was right. We should be proud. Making two hundred cupcakes is a lot of work!
Except for one problem. I don’t do sweatshirts. I’m sorry, but the last time I wore one I was five, and it made me look like a steamed dumpling. Theyare all lumpy and the sleeves are always too long.
Even though I wanted to show how proud I was of winning, I also knew there was no way I could wear that sweatshirt on Monday. I really care about what I wear, probably because my mom used to work for a big fashion magazine. So fashion is in my blood. But I also think clothes are a fun way to express yourself. You can seriously tell a lot about a person by what they choose to wear, like their mood for instance. And so to me a sweatshirt just says “I’m in the mood to sweat!”
I told Mom about my sweatshirt issue on the drive home.
“Mia, I’m surprised by you,” she said. “You’re great at transforming your old clothes into new and amazing creations. Think of your old school uniform. You made that look great and like you every day. If you had to wear a sweatshirt, I’d bet you could come up with something really cool and great.”
Mom was right, to be honest, and I was a little surprised I hadn’t thought of it first.
Then there was that bad Monday I had a few weeks ago. It should have been a good Monday. A great Monday, even, because that was my first day back at school after the Cupcake Club won the contest.
Remember when I mentioned Cupcake Club? I’m in the club with my friends Katie, Alexis, and Emma. It started because we all eat lunch together,and on the first day of school Katie brought in this amazing peanut-butter-and-jelly cupcake that her mom made. Katie is a fabulous cupcake baker too, and she and her mom taught us all how to make them, so we decided to form our own club and make them together. Fun, right?
A little while after we formed the club, Principal LaCosta announced there was going to be a contest the day of the first school dance. There would be a big fund-raising fair in the school parking lot, and the group that raised the most funds would win a prize at the dance.
We hadn’t really planned on participating in the fund-raiser, but then this other group in our class, the Popular Girls Club, kept telling everyone they were going to win. The leader of the group, Sydney, bragged that they had some “top-secret” idea that was going to blow everyone away. It’s not like we’re rivals or anything, but once we heard that, we decided to enter the contest too. Our idea was to sell cupcakes decorated with the school colors (that part was my idea).
The PGC’s big secret ended up being a makeover booth, which would have been a cool idea except they weren’t very good at doing makeovers. In fact, they were terrible at it. But we were verygood at baking cupcakes. We sold two hundred cupcakes and won the contest. At the dance that night, Principal LaCosta gave us our prizes: four Park Street Middle School sweatshirts.
I know it’s not a huge deal or anything, but it felt really good to win. Back at my old school, things were really competitive. Just about every kid took singing lessons or art lessons or violin lessons or French lessons. Everyone was good at something. It was hard to stand out there, and I never won a prize before. I was really happy that we won. It made me think maybe it wasn’t bad that we moved out here.
Just before my mom picked me up the night of our big win, Alexis had an idea.
“We should all wear our sweatshirts to school on Monday,” she said.
“Isn’t that kind of like bragging?” Emma asked.
“We should do it,” Katie said. “All the football guys wear their jerseys when they win a game. We won. We should be proud.”
“Yes, definitely,” I agreed. I mean, Katie was right. We should be proud. Making two hundred cupcakes is a lot of work!
Except for one problem. I don’t do sweatshirts. I’m sorry, but the last time I wore one I was five, and it made me look like a steamed dumpling. Theyare all lumpy and the sleeves are always too long.
Even though I wanted to show how proud I was of winning, I also knew there was no way I could wear that sweatshirt on Monday. I really care about what I wear, probably because my mom used to work for a big fashion magazine. So fashion is in my blood. But I also think clothes are a fun way to express yourself. You can seriously tell a lot about a person by what they choose to wear, like their mood for instance. And so to me a sweatshirt just says “I’m in the mood to sweat!”
I told Mom about my sweatshirt issue on the drive home.
“Mia, I’m surprised by you,” she said. “You’re great at transforming your old clothes into new and amazing creations. Think of your old school uniform. You made that look great and like you every day. If you had to wear a sweatshirt, I’d bet you could come up with something really cool and great.”
Mom was right, to be honest, and I was a little surprised I hadn’t thought of it first.
Similar Books
