Cellar Dreamin'

[Sundae]

I told Monster to fuck off last night.
I held back, bit my tongue, didn't respond for a long time, but in the end I just lost it.

I was making a dish for the practical aspect of my GCSE Food & Nutrition exam. I thought I'd been quite innovative, but as I worked on it I slowly realised that really all it was was rashers of bacon pressed into a loaf tin. Monster knew this, she was delighting in pointing it out. Bitch. I was surprised to see she was quite a bit older than me; as old as 19 by my guess. I wasn't surprised by the fact she was tall and slim, and mixed race. I knew that she was acting all superior because... Well because she was, so she could.

I was trying to get ideas from Limey as to what I could serve with it, but she kept making meat-based suggestions. Not helpful, as Monster was gleefully pointing out.

Anyway, the reason I snapped was because she got in my way and I nearly dropped the whole thing on the floor.