Chapter Seventeen: The Bake Off

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I don't sleep again. I stay up gazing at my window waiting for Matthew to show up and tell me to come on but he doesn't. The sun does that job instead.

I get out of bed ready to witness the end of the world. The end of the world by pies. Soon everyone will be old fashioned zombies.

The whole neighborhood is preparing. Baking their heads off. The sweet aroma of pie in the hot sticky air.
I watch from my window as the hours tick by. The excitement would be contagious if it wasn't for the situation.

Finally, the hour arrives.  I'm not sure where the bake off takes place, but everyone esle does. They get in their cars with hot pies steaming and follow each other in a line.

I hurry to Dad's room.

"We have to go to the bake off!" I shout

"Okay, Morris," He looks up from mail envelopes  "I'm fed up with-"

"Please, Dad"

"Morris," He rubs his face

"Please!" I whine

Dad looks at me with tired eyes.

"Fine, get in the car" He gets up following me downstairs and outside

"Hurry"  I usher him into the driver seat and I hop into the passenger side.

"Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into you" Dad shakes his head starting the car and waiting for a chance to pull out.

"I already told you." I say

I anxiously look at the rearview mirror waiting for all the cars to pass. I can't let anyone eat any pies. I have to do something. Anything. Since no one esle will.

"Morris, Aliens..thats absurd."

"Yeah, just like moving to a pie obessed town, meeting your mother for the first time in 12 years, and dressing in khakis." I list off .

Dad looks down at his khaki pants before smiling back at me.

"I happen to like khakis"

Since when?

"Well I don't" I say as a yellow convertible stops so we can pull out. Dad backs out following a blue convertible in front of him. Here goes nothing.

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