Chapter 47 Missing In Action

• While whisking a bowl of cream, I looked inside and sighed aloud at the pitiful, watery consistency. Struggling to remain upright, I wiped the chilly sweat from my brow and placed my palms on the graphite counter.
• My cake batter was too thick, my cream was flat, and the oven needed heating up correctly today. Something needed to be going right.
• Usually, I could have put up with these technicalities, but ever since I spoke with Mark in Physics, my eyes were sore and hurting from all the tears they had released earlier in the day. My puffed lips and bloodshot eyes made me look more like a fish than a human today.