So how can you get there without telling your mom? Unless you’re planning on asking Officer Frank?” “Uh, hey, Genius? You’ll need a plane ticket to get there and that requires actual money, which you don’t have. If I don’t, I’ll be stuck here forever with Mom and bad memories. My whole future lies in winning this contest. Mom keeps telling me La Patisserie is out of the question because it’s out of state. Or maybe I’ll love France and I’ll stay there and find a guy to teach me French and other things. Then I’ll open my own bakery somewhere on the California coast. I’ll make myself like it because I won’t want to stick out as the dumb American who doesn’t like wine. And I’ll force myself to drink wine, which I don’t like. “I don’t want my mom to know, okay? And yeah, wow, the prize is a full scholarship to La Patisserie Pastry School-far away from here.”Īfter I graduate from La Patisserie I’ll go live in France and take more pastry classes and eat lots of cheese and baguettes. “Uh, it’s a baking contest in San Francisco that Mr. Her eyes narrow, zooming in on the Snowflake Sugar logo. “What’s this?” Noelle asks, grabbing the card from me. I haven’t told Noelle about the notes I’m getting. When I grab it I can’t help but see the blue-gray envelope wedged between the pages of my math book. I reach for the postcard in my backpack so she won’t hassle me about why I’m jumpy.
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