“Hand it over, now!” I shriek, gasping for breath. He just looks at me, blankly, then raises the knife and points it at me.

“Wait your turn,” he says, waving the sharp metal object around before turning back to the cake in front of him.

“You said I could do the icing!” I complain, tugging at his shirt.

Max sighs, “Ainsley, seriously.”

“It’s not even for your friend! And you shouldn’t be waving sharp objects in front of young children!”

“You’re only two years younger than me.”

“Yeah, whatever, the point still stands.”

“Speaking of points,” Max grins, holding up the knife again, “go get me a sharper knife.”

Muttering, I head over to the knife drawer, pulling out the shiniest, sharpest knife we have. Giving it to Max, he squeezes blue icing out onto the top of the cake, before spreading it out, making small circle motions with his wrist.

He hands it over to me, saying, “There! 𝘕𝘰𝘸 you can do the icing.”

Beaming, I take the knife from him, shoving him out of the way. Slathering thick frosting all over the round, spongy vanilla surface, I just 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 Kayla’s gonna love this! Finishing up quickly, I throw the knife in the sink and rummage through cabinets for a suitable container. Finding a large plastic one, I carefully remove the cake from it’s plate. Snapping the lid on, I look up at Max.

“Done! Now, c’mon, hurry up!” I rush out the front door, cake in my arms. Max trails behind me closely, and we begin our journey to Kayla’s house. I start skipping, excited. Her house isn’t very far from ours, so we near it within ten minutes. Jumping up the grassy hill her house sits on, my foot catches and I trip. Panic seizes me as the cake goes flying.

“Ainsley!” Max calls.

I feel overwhelming disappointment, sure the cake will smash against the ground, like a bug to a window shield, but just as it makes its descent downward, two hands catch it.

“Ainsley!” Kayla squeals. I can’t tell if she’s mad I dropped the cake or excited to see me.

“Hey, Kayla!” I gather myself, heading over to where she stands. I hug her before Taking the cake back. “I totally did not have that. I’m glad you caught it, or else your birthday cake would’ve been ruined!”

Kayla laughs, “Yeah, but that didn’t happen!”

Max reaches us, and begins lecturing me, “Ainsley, you should be more careful.”

“Says the kid who waves sharp knifes in front of his younger sister. C’mon, let’s go inside and eat some cake!”

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I didn’t have much time, or really know what to do with the prompt, so it’s kind of anticlimactic, sorry.