I don't know yet (on hold)

Chapter 9: Abigal

"But I swear, I put them on the radiator!" I cry.
"Zen you muzt have forgotten zat you moved it." say the teacher.
"But-but-" I stutter, but it's no use.
"Phoebe, pleaze help Abigal pass her cupcakes out." says the teacher.
Ugh. Why does Phoebe have to do it? We hand them out, and then we get to Phoebe's, Brianna's, and my desk.
"Phoebe, do you want one?" I ask wearily.
"Sure!" she says, and giggles. I put a cupcake on her desk, then one on mine, and then there's Brianna.
Aw, man! I should've saved her the ugliest, most messed up, burnt one of all. But, of course, I never think of anything so clever as that.
"Do you want one, Brianna?" I spit out sourly.
"No, thank you." she says. Then, Brianna turns to Giggles. "And if she made them," she gestures to me, "it's probably the most disgusting thing you'll ever taste." she says quietly to Giggles, but loud enough for me to hear.
"Shut up, Brianna, my cupcakes are fine. I bet whenever you bake, your family wants to move out of the neighborhood because of the smell of things burning." I snap.
But, I never said that since I only said it in my head.
Instead, I go on to the next person, thinking, ugh. My cupcakes are fine.
I finish passing them out, and then everyone sings happy birthday to me (well, almost everybody. Brianna was substituting words to make my birthday sound like my deathday.), and I take a bite.
Ew! This is disgusting! I make a weird face, and the other kids do it, too.
"Ew! This tastes horrible!" one of them say.
"It can't be zat bad," says the teacher, and he takes a bite. Then, he makes the same weird face as everyone else.
"Ugh!" he says while frantically trying to wipe off his tongue with a napkin. "Thiz iz horrible, Abigal! You did thiz on purpoze!"
What? No I didn't!
"No-but, I- They were good when I tasted them!" I say hastily.
"Vell, then you either have a bad senze of tazte, or you are just using trickery!" says the teacher stubbornly. Then, he looks as if reconsidering that idea. "Vut, you are uzually a good baker..."
"Thank you!" I say triumphantly. "Anyway, I didn't put... put..." I stammered, trying to figure out what the bad ingredient was. Hmm.. Kind of sour, like you'd put it on a hot dog....
That's it! You put it on a hot dog! Mustard! Someone put mustard in my cupcakes!