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part about the fund-raiser?” I asked.
“It’s going to be in the parking lot of the school. If you have an idea to
make money for the school, you can set up a booth. The booth that makes the most money
will get a prize.”
“I heard the basketball team is doing a dunking booth with all of
the gym teachers,” Alexis reported. “I bet that will make a lot of
money.”
“Maybe we could have a dunking booth for math
teachers,” I joked.
Over at the PGC table, Sydney was talking in a loud voice on purpose.
“Our club is going to have the best booth at the fund-raiser,”
Sydney bragged. “That’s why we have to keep it top secret.”
Alexis rolled her eyes. “This is supposed to be for the whole
school, not just the Popular Girls Club,” she said. “Only Sydney can turn a
good cause into something about herself.”
“I wonder what their top secret idea is?” Emma asked.
Alexis had that look on her face where you know the wheels of her brain
are spinning faster than a car’s.
“You know, I bet we can raise a lot of money just by selling
cupcakes,” she said. “Who could say no to a cupcake for a good
cause?”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Mia agreed. “But
we’d have to make a lot of cupcakes, wouldn’t we?”
Alexis took out her notebook and started scribbling numbers.
“There are about four hundred kids in the school,” she said.
“Let’s say half of them go to the dance. That’s two hundred. Then
there are teachers.And parents, and younger brothers and sisters.
So let’s say that’s another two hundred people, for a total of four hundred.
Now let’s say that half of those people buy cupcakes—”
“We’d need two hundred cupcakes,” I said, and then
gasped. “Oh no! I did math. Mrs. Moore must be getting through to me.”
“That sounds like a lot of cupcakes,” Emma said.
“Not really,” Alexis said. “It’s about seventeen
dozen. We could bake a few dozen at a time over four or five days. Since it’s for
the school, I bet we can ask our parents to donate the ingredients. If we sell each
cupcake for fifty cents, we’d make a hundred dollars.”
“Fifty cents?” Mia asked. “At the cupcake shop in
Manhattan, they charge five dollars a cupcake. Katie’s cupcakes are just as good
as theirs.”
Alexis’s eyes were wide. “Who would pay five dollars for one
cupcake?”
“Maybe we could charge two dollars a cupcake,” Emma
suggested.
“That could work,” I chimed in. “If we sold all of the
cupcakes, we’d make four hundred dollars. We might even win the
contest.”
“We should definitely do this,” Mia said, her eyes shining
with excitement.
“I’m sure this is better than whatever
Sydney is planning,” Alexis said smugly.
I looked over at the PGC table. I wasn’t really thinking about
beating Sydney. I was thinking about Callie. She wasn’t too interested in the
Cupcake Club when I talked about it. But if we won the fund-raising contest . . .
maybe Callie would be convinced she was in the wrong club.
“I’m in,” I said. “So how exactly are we going to
make two hundred cupcakes?”
CHAPTER 14
The Mixed-up Cupcakes
W e should have a meeting so we can figure this out,” Alexis suggested. “We could do it at my house this time. How about Saturday?”
“I’m going to my dad’s this weekend,” Mia said.
“Next weekend should be fine,” Emma said. “It’s a month until the dance, anyway.”
“We need to figure out what kind of cupcake to make,” I reminded everyone.
“We can do that next week,” Alexis said. “We’ll work out a schedule, too.”
So the following Saturday I showed up at Alexis’s front door with a whole bunch of recipes and enough ingredients for a couple dozen. If we were going to decide on a cupcake, we would have to do some research.
Alexis lives in a brick house with a very neat front lawn. The bushes on either side of the white front
“It’s going to be in the parking lot of the school. If you have an idea to
make money for the school, you can set up a booth. The booth that makes the most money
will get a prize.”
“I heard the basketball team is doing a dunking booth with all of
the gym teachers,” Alexis reported. “I bet that will make a lot of
money.”
“Maybe we could have a dunking booth for math
teachers,” I joked.
Over at the PGC table, Sydney was talking in a loud voice on purpose.
“Our club is going to have the best booth at the fund-raiser,”
Sydney bragged. “That’s why we have to keep it top secret.”
Alexis rolled her eyes. “This is supposed to be for the whole
school, not just the Popular Girls Club,” she said. “Only Sydney can turn a
good cause into something about herself.”
“I wonder what their top secret idea is?” Emma asked.
Alexis had that look on her face where you know the wheels of her brain
are spinning faster than a car’s.
“You know, I bet we can raise a lot of money just by selling
cupcakes,” she said. “Who could say no to a cupcake for a good
cause?”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Mia agreed. “But
we’d have to make a lot of cupcakes, wouldn’t we?”
Alexis took out her notebook and started scribbling numbers.
“There are about four hundred kids in the school,” she said.
“Let’s say half of them go to the dance. That’s two hundred. Then
there are teachers.And parents, and younger brothers and sisters.
So let’s say that’s another two hundred people, for a total of four hundred.
Now let’s say that half of those people buy cupcakes—”
“We’d need two hundred cupcakes,” I said, and then
gasped. “Oh no! I did math. Mrs. Moore must be getting through to me.”
“That sounds like a lot of cupcakes,” Emma said.
“Not really,” Alexis said. “It’s about seventeen
dozen. We could bake a few dozen at a time over four or five days. Since it’s for
the school, I bet we can ask our parents to donate the ingredients. If we sell each
cupcake for fifty cents, we’d make a hundred dollars.”
“Fifty cents?” Mia asked. “At the cupcake shop in
Manhattan, they charge five dollars a cupcake. Katie’s cupcakes are just as good
as theirs.”
Alexis’s eyes were wide. “Who would pay five dollars for one
cupcake?”
“Maybe we could charge two dollars a cupcake,” Emma
suggested.
“That could work,” I chimed in. “If we sold all of the
cupcakes, we’d make four hundred dollars. We might even win the
contest.”
“We should definitely do this,” Mia said, her eyes shining
with excitement.
“I’m sure this is better than whatever
Sydney is planning,” Alexis said smugly.
I looked over at the PGC table. I wasn’t really thinking about
beating Sydney. I was thinking about Callie. She wasn’t too interested in the
Cupcake Club when I talked about it. But if we won the fund-raising contest . . .
maybe Callie would be convinced she was in the wrong club.
“I’m in,” I said. “So how exactly are we going to
make two hundred cupcakes?”
CHAPTER 14
The Mixed-up Cupcakes
W e should have a meeting so we can figure this out,” Alexis suggested. “We could do it at my house this time. How about Saturday?”
“I’m going to my dad’s this weekend,” Mia said.
“Next weekend should be fine,” Emma said. “It’s a month until the dance, anyway.”
“We need to figure out what kind of cupcake to make,” I reminded everyone.
“We can do that next week,” Alexis said. “We’ll work out a schedule, too.”
So the following Saturday I showed up at Alexis’s front door with a whole bunch of recipes and enough ingredients for a couple dozen. If we were going to decide on a cupcake, we would have to do some research.
Alexis lives in a brick house with a very neat front lawn. The bushes on either side of the white front
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