Best Enemies

Hanna

I sneak into the kitchen and hide in the pantry net to the door. I check my phone, it's 6:30. A chef walks through the door and I cover my mouth to muffle my heavy breathing. He pauses before the door and looks around. I stiffen sure that he was going to find me but he walks past me and I crouch in the corner. I hear the clink of keys and the door squeak as he exits the room. I sigh with relief and hear an engine start and the rumble of a motorbike as it leaves the compound. I step out of the coriander filled pantry and trip over a box of eggs as I exit. I pull myself of the ground and reach for the paper towels to wipe the egg shell off I see the ingredients I need for Nutmeg. I run around like crazy grabbing things and add them into a bowl, stir and place in the oven. I stare at the flour, remainder of eggs and various spices that have splattered on my white jeans. The oven bell chimes and I take the steaming cake out of the oven. I am surrounded by scents that are associated to Christmas. The spices and sugar. This cake is filled with cinnamon, sugar and love. But the main ingredient is nutmeg. Nutmeg has always had a nutmeg cake for her birthday or other special occasion. I remember when we graduated from primary school and her parents made the biggest nutmeg cake and it was covered in sweet cream cheese icing. As you cut into the cake caramel oozed out of the middle. You might have predicted but yes I had more than two pieces of cake that day. I set the cake out on the cooling rack and cut strawberries into quarters. I shave some chocolate and coconut. I cover the cake in 1cm thick white fondant and line the bottom and top of the cake with icing swirls. I dust edible gold glitter across the top of the cake and add some full nutmeg cloves on the side. I stand back and admire the work that I have created. Nutmeg will love this so much. I feel like Nutmegs name is suited to her because when she's out of her shell she explodes in colour and life. Reminding everyone of fun happy times but if she's upset she just crawls back into her shell. I walk along the corridor staying close to the sides hoping no one will notice the oversized plastic container with four tea towels that have been draped across, that I am carrying. I make it into her room and put the cake down. She looks up and I see the red around her eyes. I glance at the clock on the wall, 8:22. I have been gone for nearly two hours and she has been alone.
"Nutmeg, I really hope this cheers you up!"

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