Alice and Her Awkward Moments

Chapter 12: Cupcakes and Violence

I was around twelve years old, and it was my brother Fox's birthday party. He was turning eight and my mother trusted me to hold the platter of cupcakes. The platter was a makeshift one made out of a piece of cardboard and wrapped in foil. You are probably thinking what could be the worst possible outcome in this situation. Did I shove cupcakes down a Diabetic mail man's throat? Did the dog get into the cupcakes? Did a little kid run into the platter and destroy my shirt. Let me tell you none of that happen.

Here's how it went... all my brother's little friends came over towards the table. Which was where I was not even 3 feet away. All the little kids are staring at me, wanting to eat a cupcake. I literally take one step and splat. The platter split in half and cupcakes on both sides of the platter smash together. Destruction, The kids are about to cry, and mom was so close to killing me it wasn't even funny. My heart was like slowly sawed in half, because cupcakes are my life. I couldn't like live without cupcakes. So I like to calmly remember this moment as "The time I learned that cupcakes taste like violence."