"The Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?
Alice: I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are." ~ Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
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"I told you I'm horrible at making cookies, but you didn't believe me," I say to Rosalinda as she pulls a tray of cookies out of the oven.
"Dear I'm sure they're alright," she said after a moments hesitation.
"Really? Are you sure about that? I don't think chocolate chip cookies are supposed to have a blue tinge to it," I tell her skeptically. She may be trying to spare my feelings, but does she honestly believe these cookies are edible.
She lets out a chuckle. "Oh I suppose you're right, but we won't know until we try them. Since you made them, you should try it first to make sure you didn't accidentally poison them."
"Well thank you for having so much faith in me," I say rolling my eyes before picking up one of the blue creations from the tray. I look at it unsurely as a queasy feeling takes over my stomach.
"Today maybe?" Rosalinda asks me with her hands folded across her chest and an eyebrow raised along with a smirk playing across her lips.
"You'll take me to the hospital if I fall over unconscious or start vomiting uncontrollably right?" I ask scrunching my face up mentally preparing myself to take a bite.
"I doubt that'll happen, but I promise to take you to the hospital if it does," she says rolling her eyes at my foolishness. I take a deep breath in and release it before I close my eyes and bring the cookie up to my lips to take a bite.
"Wow! It's actually. . . good," I say my eyes widening in shock.
"How can that be? They're blue!" Rosalinda exclaims throwing her arms up in the air.
"I'm not sure, but I swear I'm not lying. You need to try it!" I say holding a cookie out towards her. She gingerly takes the cookie out of my hand and takes a bite out of it. "You see!"
"I just don't understand," she says shaking her head. "They're blue, so there must've been something wrong with them. Unless. . ."
"Unless what?" I asked.
"Remember when you went to grab flour out of the cabinet but knocked a bottle of something down?" she asks me walking over to said cabinet.
"Yeah, why?" I ask not understanding what she's trying to say. She grabs a napkin and wipes up one of the various stains in the kitchen to show me that it was dark blue.
"Just as I suspected," she mutters throwing away the soaked napkin.
"What is that?" I asked having no idea what it was.
"It's blue food dye. I guess when you knocked it over it got into the batter, but we just didn't notice. You didn't poison us after all," she says laughing.
"Really?" I ask. I mean was she being serious. I know my cooking isn't that great, but I wasn't going to accidentally poison anyone.
"I'm just joking with you dear. Anyway, we've got a lot of cleaning up ahead of us," she says looking around with her hands on her hips. I looked around with her and realized she was right.
The kitchen island was covered in flour and had all the utensils we used sprawled out on it (utensils including two rolling pins, cookie cutters because we made them in shapes, and one of those mixer machines). The sink has the bowls for mixing and the spoons in there, but they need to be washed because the batter was sticking to them all over. On the countertops underneath the cabinets were various stains from the bottles I knocked over when reaching for the flour earlier including the blue food dye stain. The floor was also covered in flour and other ingredients that were spilled like water and eggs, and the eggs were starting to smell having been on the floor for almost two hours. On the countertops by the refrigerator were measuring cups and a carton of eggs left out that could spoil.
"This is going to take forever," I groan out in frustration.
"Don't be a baby. You helped make the mess, so you have to help clean it," Rosalinda says pulling out two dish rags from a drawer.
"This was made only because you wanted me to make cookies," I say trying to argue.
"Look I'll tell you what. How about you go change your clothes and wash your face while I start cleaning, and then when you get back, you can help me clean up what's left," she offers me. I have to admit that's a pretty good deal because I can take as long as I like changing before coming back down.
"Ok that sounds fair," I say moving towards the stairs.
"Oh before you do that can you go to the second storage room with the boxes in it? I have a copy of Romeo and Juliet in a box labeled Important Books, and Astrid asked if she could borrow it for school. Could you go you go get it for me?"
"Sure thing," I say changing the direction I was walking in. Instead of going upstairs I was going in the opposite direction towards the other end of the house.
When I opened the door to the room, I was met with neat stacks of boxes around the room. It was like I was going down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland because the further I ventured in, the weirder the items I saw. There was a bicycle, a tread mill, a bed post, a rug, a box of pantyhose, a box of condoms, a lifetime supply of macaroni, a box of old bras, and a deer head. I laughed at some of the things I saw and kept walking until I found the box labeled Important Books.
Pulling the box closer towards me I began to dig around looking for Romeo and Juliet. I pulled book after book out of the box until I found it at the bottom. After I pulled it out and got up to leave the room, I noticed one more book at the bottom. Picking it up, I realized that it was a diary. Upon opening it up, I saw that it was Kye's.
I let out an evil laugh as I stuffed inside my hoodie's front pocket. This is perfect! I can get my revenge on Kye!
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Author's Note: Who wonders what Imogen's going to do? I'm not telling, but it won't be revealed until later on. Just a heads up, but the next chapter is going to take place a month later, and something's going to happen. . . Also, I plan on adding the finishing touches to Hearing Everything Around Me and go back and fix little mistakes. That should be done this week since I have off the whole week for Thanksgiving. Catch me Tuesday with an update on A Short Story Collection and Sunday with an update on Can You Remember?. As always, I love you all and thank you for reading my works!
~jnicoleb1234 out!
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