cake production line. She had decided to make chocolate fairy cakes and cornflake cakes – she was sure they were the things that sold best, as almost everyone loved chocolate. ThoughEmily was right – on a Tuesday lunch time, even the grottiest-looking cake would probably sell. She mixed up a big batch of green icing while the fairy cakes were cooking, and then cut out lots of tiny little orange icing fish. She knew goldfish wouldn’t really be swimming in the river (probably there weren’t any fish at all there right now) but orange looked better than grey or brown.
On Monday night she made chocolate chip cookies as well, and when they set off for school on Tuesday morning, every available surface of the truck was covered in plates of cakes wrapped in clingfilm – her dad even had one on his lap.
“Oh, Izzy, you’ve made loads!” Maya said admiringly, waiting by the gate to help her carry them in.
“Has anyone else brought any?” Izzy asked hopefully. They’d told all their class about the fundraising, and asked for more cakes if people could bring them.
Maya rolled her eyes. “Quite a few – and guess what! Ali made some!”
“Really?” Izzy stared at her. “Ali made cakes for us?”
“Yup.”
“Well, make sure you tell me which ones they are because I was going to buy some to take home, and I don’t want to die poisoned.” Izzy shook her head. “Do you think she’s still trying to get you to be friends with her then?”
Maya nodded. “She keeps smiling at me. And she asked me to be her partner for tennis in PE yesterday, did you see?”
Izzy shook her head. “I was probably thinking about cake recipes,” she admitted. “She’s not giving up, is she?”
“Not sure she knows the meaning of it,” Maya muttered.
Mrs Angel had said they could put all the cakes in the hall, on a couple of tables – they would have to move them out to the playground at lunch time, when the hall got turned into a lunch room. Mrs Angel said it wasn’t fair to put cakes right next to the school lunches – they had to be a little distance away…
Poppy and Emily were already there, admiring the cakes, and Izzy stared delightedly at the full tables. “There’s loads! Oh, Emily, you made your peppermint fish! They look fab!”
Emily smiled proudly at the plates of fish – theywere quite big, with silver balls for eyes, and loopy dribbles of chocolate to make scales. “Good, aren’t they? I got Mum to help me find a recipe, and she was having so much fun she made Dad take the boys out for a bike ride last night, and me and Mum and Suzy made them. Well, we gave Suzy some mixture and she made worms out of it. There are fifty of them,” she added proudly. “And Mum says we can donate the ingredients. She bought them for me, and I was going to pay her back, but she said it was a good cause, and we had a great time doing them, so she doesn’t mind.”
“That’s brilliant,” Izzy said happily. “And guess what, my dad has a friend who works for a skip company, and he rang him and asked how much a skip would be, and they’re giving us a discount! But we have to try and get in the paper, and say thank you to them for giving us it cheap. Sampson Skip Hire, they’re called. And if he’s not driving skips around, my dad’s friend’s going to come and help too!”
“So how much do you reckon we need to raise?” Maya asked anxiously.
“The skip’s only going to be fifty pounds. So we need to cover some of the costs of the cakes, and have enough for some bin bags too.”
“I looked at bin bags in the supermarket when we went to buy the cake ingredients,” Poppy put in. “How many will we need? Maybe a hundred? That would be about fifteen pounds.”
“One cake sale isn’t going to get us more than sixty-five pounds,” Izzy sighed.
“I don’t know, there’s an awful lot of cake,” Emily pointed out, waving at the full tables.
“Who made that gorgeous big one with all the sweets on
On Monday night she made chocolate chip cookies as well, and when they set off for school on Tuesday morning, every available surface of the truck was covered in plates of cakes wrapped in clingfilm – her dad even had one on his lap.
“Oh, Izzy, you’ve made loads!” Maya said admiringly, waiting by the gate to help her carry them in.
“Has anyone else brought any?” Izzy asked hopefully. They’d told all their class about the fundraising, and asked for more cakes if people could bring them.
Maya rolled her eyes. “Quite a few – and guess what! Ali made some!”
“Really?” Izzy stared at her. “Ali made cakes for us?”
“Yup.”
“Well, make sure you tell me which ones they are because I was going to buy some to take home, and I don’t want to die poisoned.” Izzy shook her head. “Do you think she’s still trying to get you to be friends with her then?”
Maya nodded. “She keeps smiling at me. And she asked me to be her partner for tennis in PE yesterday, did you see?”
Izzy shook her head. “I was probably thinking about cake recipes,” she admitted. “She’s not giving up, is she?”
“Not sure she knows the meaning of it,” Maya muttered.
Mrs Angel had said they could put all the cakes in the hall, on a couple of tables – they would have to move them out to the playground at lunch time, when the hall got turned into a lunch room. Mrs Angel said it wasn’t fair to put cakes right next to the school lunches – they had to be a little distance away…
Poppy and Emily were already there, admiring the cakes, and Izzy stared delightedly at the full tables. “There’s loads! Oh, Emily, you made your peppermint fish! They look fab!”
Emily smiled proudly at the plates of fish – theywere quite big, with silver balls for eyes, and loopy dribbles of chocolate to make scales. “Good, aren’t they? I got Mum to help me find a recipe, and she was having so much fun she made Dad take the boys out for a bike ride last night, and me and Mum and Suzy made them. Well, we gave Suzy some mixture and she made worms out of it. There are fifty of them,” she added proudly. “And Mum says we can donate the ingredients. She bought them for me, and I was going to pay her back, but she said it was a good cause, and we had a great time doing them, so she doesn’t mind.”
“That’s brilliant,” Izzy said happily. “And guess what, my dad has a friend who works for a skip company, and he rang him and asked how much a skip would be, and they’re giving us a discount! But we have to try and get in the paper, and say thank you to them for giving us it cheap. Sampson Skip Hire, they’re called. And if he’s not driving skips around, my dad’s friend’s going to come and help too!”
“So how much do you reckon we need to raise?” Maya asked anxiously.
“The skip’s only going to be fifty pounds. So we need to cover some of the costs of the cakes, and have enough for some bin bags too.”
“I looked at bin bags in the supermarket when we went to buy the cake ingredients,” Poppy put in. “How many will we need? Maybe a hundred? That would be about fifteen pounds.”
“One cake sale isn’t going to get us more than sixty-five pounds,” Izzy sighed.
“I don’t know, there’s an awful lot of cake,” Emily pointed out, waving at the full tables.
“Who made that gorgeous big one with all the sweets on
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