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Chapter 2: H.O.M. Part 2- Cake Pan

Well, here's part 2 of chapter 2. Enjoy! :)

Ah, the picture of the guy to the right is who looks the most like Noah that I could find.

Enjoy! :)

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Chapter 2: H.O.M. Part 2- Cake Pan

“And the weather for today: ninety percent chance of rain from noon until tomorrow morning.” The weather man said from my T.V. In the living room where I was getting out the supplies from the pantry and fridge to make a cake.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes a bit; Courtney hadn't left until two o'clock this morning because I had to help her with her clothing 'issues'. But if you asked me, her only issue with clothes was that she had too many of them.

I suppose that's what I get for having a friend like Courtney, I thought to myself.

I cracked the eggs and let the drop into a large mixing bowl before I added the cake mix.

I went to the oven and set it to the appropriate temperature before I went to stare out the window while the oven preheated, taking note of the rain that was already falling to the ground and making the city look solemn and morose.

To say the least, I was very bored...and tired.

When I looked around the room, trying to figure out what to do, I noticed Riley's letter to me was still on the table. I hadn't responded yet. I went off to my room and got my paper and sat down on the couch and began writing a response.

December 16, 2003

I think that the weather here is making me miss you more. It's raining, so I really wish that you were here so that we could lie in bed all day and drink coffee and hot chocolate while I would lay in your arms as we watched old movies.

So instead, I decided to bake something. I know, I know, I don't bake too often, but now, with me not really feeling like doing anything, I figured that I brush up on my baking skills before you returned home. At least, that's my goal anyways...whether I'll be successful or not is still pending.

Anyways, my appointment with the adoption people is today in just a few hours. I just hope that everything will turn out fine. There's only so much that I can do it seems from my appearance to my qualifications; I just wish that I could do more.

I'm more than happy to hear that the kids like you, but then again you're Riley. I shouldn't expect anything less from you now should I? Just make sure to save some energy for the one I should have at home soon.

Words can't describe how much I miss you because words can't do everything unfortunately. But then again, if they could, then how would I know indeed that I love you as much as I do? I think that our actions prove our love better, but that's just my opinion, of course.

Take care, stay safe, and wish me luck,

Andrew

I sealed the envelope and slipped out of the room just to slip the letter into the mailbox before I promptly returned to hear the ding of the oven. I picked up the pan full of the cake batter and slid it into the hot oven, trying not to burn myself on the scalding metal.

After I set the timer, I went back to the couch and looked up at the ceiling, trying to see if I could see anything besides the smooth, white surface. I noticed the tiniest, most miniscule crack in a far corner of the room. It was surely harmless, though, being that it was about the size of an eraser cap. But it got me thinking: how many cracks can a person take before they shatter?