More than just a cookie

1 Tbs vanilla, 2 cups of butter, pinch of salt-two cups of butter!? There's no way I read that right... This recipe only makes 15 cookies, how is that possible? Yep. I read that right. But there's no way I'm gonna feed two cups of butter to someone.

"I guess I'll just retire my dreams early. I'll never be a baker. Especially not if one of my family members.....

"Her name was Brittney. Age 32."

"Yes we know doctor, she was my sister!" My mother hissed. Balling her fists as a tear rolled down her steamy cheek. She cooled her attitude and asked calmly, " Do we know the cause of death?"

The doctor took a step back. " Yes. Four whopping sticks," he put his bald shiny head town and sighed, "of salted butter."

I stopped myself from picturing the rest. Who knows what my mother would do next. She would find out that I killed my aunt and I would go to prison in Texas and they would give me the sentence! And careless me leaving the recipe on the counter, my little brother  would try making them and kill everyone else I love! All whilst my aunt and I watch from hell...

Okay. Lets just prevent all of that and throw this recipe in the trash. Swish!

While the crowd was cheering for my immaculate throw, the TV distracted me from doing my signature swish dance.

" Welcome back to news at 4 for you! It's me, Burt," The cheesy dude paused for effect with his cheesy grin. "and boy oh boy do I have quite the surprise for the folks of sunset city! We'll go to Raina, who is currently standing in Veterans park, to fill you in."

Oh great. Five more seconds of this dude’s smile.

"Good evening the beautiful angels of our beautiful town! I am excited to announce that we will be having a MUNCH-A-THON Festival next Friday right here at Veterans park! A MUNCH-A-THON Festival will feature the biggest cookies in the world! And here's the best part: the fine citizens of sunset city will be making the cookies! Anyone of any age is free to enter the contest. Have your cookies here by eight a.m. on Friday morning. Now, you're probably thinking: why would anyone want to make a giant cookie and blah blahblah blah blah. Well..... because the grand prize for the biggest cookie is one thousand dollars!!

Hmm. That's all I needed to know. If I can prove to my family that I can make a successful treat, they'll never doubt me again... I could finally make my brother's birthday cake! Alright now, I'm getting ahead of myself. I haven't even won the contest yet. Hmm. Yet. There's no way I can lose this contest... but I can't do it alone!

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Beep beep beep beep,Beep beep beep beep,Beep beep beep beep. Argh! I hate that alarm clock!! Every time I hear it I just wanna-my anger faded as I realized that I had a giant cookie to make.

I better call Angela. She'll want to be a part of this. But she probably won't stay unless Jordan comes. And Jordan will definitely not do it unless Reese does. How do you split a thousand dollars between four friends? I sat in my bed trying to remember the teachings of fourth grade. Two hundred and fifty dollars. Well that's not much.... If Reese and Jordan didn't do it, then that would leave five hundred bucks for Angela and I!

No! How could I be so selfish! Money will never come between my friends and I. Although five hundred bucks would get me that gorgeous dress for prom! Then maybe Reese would ask me to go with him! I would be in the middle of the dance floor, spotlight on me. BAM! The gym doors fly open with Reese and his black tux awwing the crowd. 

“You look like a princess, darling. I’ve always wanted to dance with a princess.” Reese said, gesturing his hand towards me. I giggled. But not the funny kind of giggle, the elegant kind of giggle.

“And I’ve always wanted to dance with a prince!” I said, twirling my way towards him.

NO! You are asking all of them to help. Period. I sighed, rolled off my bed and decided what to wear. If Reese comes over, I don’t want to look like a hobo.

I’ll wear something nice...and I’ll curl my hair!! By the time I was done, I looked ready for a black tie brunch. Hmm. I don’t think that’s a good thing. Maybe I’ll take off the dress and just wear my baking clothes. Ugh, fine.

Now I was dressed for a day in the kitchen. I would call Angela first.

“Hey! What’s up? Listen, talk fast, I gotta feed my hamster.”

“Umm, okay... So there’s this contest next week-”

“MUNCH-A-THON Festival!? I know. It’s lame.”

“ Well, I just thought you would want to help me? We could split the prize!”

“Yah. Not interested. I have to feed my hammy hams now, ok? BYE!”

“WAIT!” Jordan is helping!” Oops. I shouldn’t have said that. I bit my lip waiting for her response.

“Did I say no before? Pfft, nevermind. Count me in. I’ll be at your house later.” She hung up.

Well, now I just need Reese to come so Jordan comes. Let’s hope this works! I dialed his number but he didn’t answer. I couldn’t let this fall through! I’ll call him again.

“Hey, Sorry. I was just drying my socks.” Reese said with the sound of a blowdryer on high speed. “Whatcha need?” I was mortified. Why on earth was he drying his socks with a blowdryer? How did they even get wet? Blowdryer? 

“Oh, um, yeah. So there’s a contest next week at Veteran’s park. I need your help making a giant cookie…”

“Totally! But only as long as you’re in charge, cuz I’d be no help without directions.”

“Yes! I’ll be there! But I need you to bring Jordan… No Specific reason!”

“Sure...I’ll have him come. Are you ok?”

“Pfft, Totally fine! Just bring Jordan, ok? Tonight at my house, yah? Bye!” Oh man. I totally blew it! Now he thinks I like Jordan! What am I gonna do!?  

All day long I waited for the arrival of my suspicious friends. DING DONG. Oh! There here!! I hope Reese brought Jordan... Without him, Angela would leave and I really need her help! I opened the door. 

“JORDAN!!! It’s you!!!” I leaped towards him giving him a massive hug. My arms still wrapped around him, I saw Reese’s car in my driveway. Reese was walking slowly up to the door. When he saw me hugging Jordan, he stopped in his tracks and his face turned red. He began to cough. I let go of Jordan, not realising he was struggling to get free since the door opened. I was horrified. For all Reese knows, what he just saw was his confirmation of what I thought his suspicion was on the phone!! Oh no…

Just as I was contemplating my life choices, Angela pulled up in her purple slug bug. “ Look who it is!” Reese shouted. “ Perfect timing! Do you think she needs help? She probably needs help. I’ll go help her!” 

Reese opened the driver’s door and thought he was helping Angela get out of her car.

“Get off me you idiot! I don’t need help standing up!” Angela screamed. Reese fell back onto the asphalt. “Shoo! Get out of my way!” Jordan scrambled his way off the street and sped up the driveway, pausing next to me with a sad look on his frazzled face. Then finishing his journey into the living room.

“Sorry Angela, I don’t know what that was. Let’s just go inside, ok?” __________________________________________________

Once everyone was inside, distancing themselves on the couch, I made my grand entrance. With determination in my eyes and a grin on my face, I proudly said: “Here’s the plan.”