We Are ALMOST Perfect

Ch@pter 5- A n d S o I t B e g i n s {Un Edited) ~Part 2~

This chapter is dedicated to @prawdzik for being my crazy, awesome, blue-loving friend. :-)

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~Recap~

Before he can argue back a voice cuts him off, "Sam, Alyssa, you're not arguing are you," Teresa calls.

We both turn to her and reply 'no' sharply in unison before heading back to our stations to work , well cook.

"God, 34 minutes," Sam sighs as colorful string of cussing flows out of our mouths.

I've done nothing. I mine as well leave, I'm going home.

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Okay, so I made a mistake a giant mistake of all mistakes representing that I well, make mistakes. Alyssa Bennett does make mistakes...... in public. Okay it shouldn't be big we all make mistakes, nobody is perfect. So currently I classify myself as, uh, I hate to say it, ALMOST perfect. What do people do when they make mistakes? They learn from it moved and create something from the mistake. Like an artist, maybe they painted the ocean red by accident instead of blue, they correct it and leave it because they can't undo it and create something new and exciting from it like.... a blood ocean (ew). So that's what I was going to do, not create a blood ocean, but fix it and work with it and at least try, even if I will be... chopped :(, maybe then I'll still be able to go to Rome! Ya, still doesn't create blue skys, or a blue ocean either for that matter.

As soon as returned I started cutting the fish, first removing the scales, then cutting little chunks off the fish missing the bone and all other disgusting substances, the rest you don't need to know not in detail because it was like being rejected by heaven. See, I hate fish so much!

Sticking the fish in the already heated pan, I smothered it in the various but random spices I picked up. I put on and heated another pot for my pomegranate sauce.

I actually enjoyed this challenge. Not because of the cooking but because I could get away from big-egoed Sam and whatever drama and non-sense he was trying to create.

I carefully cut and opened the pomegranate, freeing all the seeds. I loved pomegranates and everything about them, even the dirty work. Getting rid of all membrane-substances I finished straining the seeds before pulverizing them in the blender. Considering no one had used the blender up until now, I recieved a lot of unwanted gazes from the other competitors. It was not like it was silent before, or maybe they thought I was bizzare for pullverizing a substance.

I slighty glanced over and caught Megan, if they thought I was bizzare they sure didn't know Megan. Megan could have what seems like a dumb personallity but she got good grades, I mean that's why she's here. Sometimes I wonder if it stays there, in here brain, until a test or an exaime, after that she's just full of pure stupidness and loses all her smarts. I wasn't what the heck she was making, it looked like a jumbled mess. At least if I get 'chopped'by the looks of it she will too.

23 minutes.

I added the pulverized pomegranate, cinnamon and the other necessary ingredients and proceeded.

The rest went by in blur considering their were only 20 minutes left. I managed to skew the kabobs and place them on the rectangle plate about the time of 0:07.

We all stepped up to explain our dishes before the judges proceed to taste and judge our dishes. Since I was at the end of my left side and the judges right I was to go first.

To be honest, I so dang nervous. My heart was sure a heck to be beating a hundred miles per hour, especially because I wasted 6 minutes of my already limited time and my recipe of creativity was too.