Demetria

As June ran off to the Dean’s office, April G prepared for her cooking class.

The pink haired girl walked to her table only to be petted by wads of paper from behind.

“What the hell?” April G said as she turned around.

In her frustration, she found Roxi and a few girls whistling while looking away.”

“It hates that bitch.” April G said as she prepared her cooking kit.

“You, okay?” Jerome said he walked up to her.

“Define okay.”

“I meant the leg. I know your horst it pretty bad.”

“A little better now. But still kind of hurts.”

“We’ll if you need to go to the nurse’s office, I got your back.”

Jerome laid his hand on April G’s should as Roxi glared with an aggravate demeanor.

“Ladies and gentleman, please take your seats and prepare your tools.” An Indian middle age woman with short hair entered the room.

“Yes, Ms. Beingshi.” The class said.

“Today we will be making a double chocolate cake with three layers of raspberry frosting. So, everyone starts making your batter.

The class began to