Sunny's Diary

[18] Cooking

Dear Diary,

Yesterday, our group decided to make the following:

Chicken

Omlet

And fried rice

We divided the stuff that we were gonna bring:

Lana: eggs

Me: chicken meat

Kat: chicken coating

Holly: everything else

Yeah, it kinda wasn't fair, since Holly was bringing a lot, but it never actually concernened me... until today.

I was already in school. Classes wouldn't start for a few minutes, so I was just waiting for everyone to arrive.

I smile when I see Holly exit from her car. Her mom gets out with her. They walk up to the trunk of the car. They grab a BIG sack from inside, and place it into the entrance of the school.

I walk up to them. Just in time for Holly's mom to leave. "Need help?" I offer.

Holly nods and we lift the sack a few inches from the ground, walking towards the classroom. We stopped after walking a few feet. Resting.

"Is that our supplies?" I say, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah." She nods, before we start lifting it again.

Once we were finished, once the sack was safely in the classroom, I huff.

"Wow, I feel macho." I smirk, rising my arms to show my non-existent arm muscles.

"Did you bring the chicken?" She asks.

"Yeah." I nod, "Though I asked the lunch lady to put it in the freezer. I'll just get it when we start cooking."

Time started going by... until it was time for the grand activity.

"Class, did you bring all you need for our cooking activity?" Mr. Denver asks.

Choruses of yeah and yes were heard, but Valentine raises his hand.

"Yes?" Our teacher acknowledges him.

"We don't have a grill."

"Well there's one here." Mr. Denver assures him.

And just now, did I wonder if Mr. Denver liked my Secret Santa gift to him...

We soon were all set to cook. We were all in the school quadrangle, where we were gonna cook.

There was a tent-like covering over our heads, so that the blazing hot sun wouldn't hit us.

Though... it didn't help.

The sun's raise still shined through the sides, making us sweat.

I was never a fan of heat. I've always hated it. I've grown up in air conditioned rooms, so... I couldn't really take heat well.

I have this weird reaction to it. Sometimes, most of the time, my head would heat up, and I'd eventually have a bad case of nose bleed.

Yeah, its weird.

Anyway, we were all split into three. Each group doing their own thing.

And we just finished washing the meat, "Let's coat this chicken!" Holly says.

The four of us start coating the raw chicken parts. The coating was supposed to make the chicken crispier, so It'd obviously be yummier.

After we coat it, I took a seat on the bench, breathing in and out. The heat was killing me!