Scars & Shadows

seat. That being said, during Food & Nut. Once more, right before lunch, I made sure to go to class early, so I was shocked to see Tyron

sinking into my chair, and Ms. Wilson barged in, telling the students to stop talking while they slid into their seats. I saw her brows slightly furrow as her steel-grey eyes searched the cla

sure why this was such a huge deal. He'd turned into a complete

nstorming the origin of the most popular cake recipes, and starting from tomorrow we'll begin the practical lessons." She stopped talking, but the co

her seat, and I nearly sprang out of mine, a little jealous of how straight it wa

cake recipe - a recipe that combines at least three flavors of your choice, for example: chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. And by Christmas, I

I jotted down the specifics. Desserts were not my specialty, but I felt ra

experiment with any flavor, texture, and color. Remember: presentation is key! All the basic ingredients will be laid

rksheets that had information on the project's rules. After cramming min

ng and Victo

class than the teacher was allowing. Their intermittent relationship for the previous 18 months was well known. Like me, a few insiders were a

n, Ms. Wilson went bac

wis and M

at the same moment as Mark

nson and Jac

ott and Ken

kham and Ken

ee and Zoe

ank my sorrows and hoped that Ms. Wilson would match me with a serious, quiet student in this rowdy

awthorne and

g more liquid to splash onto the d

HAT

has been more than a year and a half since Tyrone Davis last wrote anything! How in the world did she think he would assist me in creating a remarkable

staring at me when I looked around. I sank deeper into my seat, trying to cover my hot cheeks, and furiously

to be working

four whol

with her. He h

uld be int

d to be

nd? He st

anyone, how is that

l cut this c

r! I wanted to b

s just

clenched my fists. Trust me, the temptation was too strong. I ignored their arguments and wished for the gates of hell to open, engulfing me in their flaming depth

is worth Seraphina, I expect nothing

a look of

his out to you, but Tyrone hasn't scored higher than an F since tenth grade! Yeah, sure he used to be smart, academic and the star s

ted, steaming resentment and worry that had bee

ven make it to college! He's just... just

ain my raging rage while holding back a scream. Why, of all days, did Ms. Wilson have to drop such a bombsh

yebrow in response, which was

rade to a F then I think he's perfectly cap

quite different. Unless she said that I could go out and find someone else to be paired wit

tt, that slobbering sleazeball. At least my past w

ink he's capable of making me fail this class

she said, "Then you better work

ly had taught me this clever approach, along with how to regulate my breathing, to help me deal with my

and hissed. "Watch where

nd feeling my wrath bubble up again. I gasped and fell back

my eyes wide with f

n so sour it turned my stomach. He held me at arm