Authors: Sheryl Berk
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Copyright Â© 2015 by Sheryl Berk and Carrie Berk
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Date of Production: August 2015
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In loving memory of Elizabeth Maria Walsh:
You will always be our Luchadora
Sadie Harris zipped down Frisbee Street on her new RipStik board, imagining herself carving down a powdery white ski slope.
“Yes!” she cheered as she took each curb expertly. She came to a screeching halt at Kylie Carson's house and waved to her friend. Thanks to her new speedy means of transportationâa Christmas gift from her two older brothersâshe was the first to arrive at the cupcake club meeting.
“Does that thing only have two wheels?” Kylie gasped. “Sadie, you are a maniac!”
“It's so cool!” Sadie said, picking up the bright-red caster board and flipping it upside down to show Kylie its design. “I can do all these sick tricksâeven a three-sixty turn. It's like a snowboard on wheels!”
Kylie nodded. “Yeah, I almost broke my neck on the bunny slope when my parents took me skiing last year. Better keep me far away from anything that goes fast and downhill.”
Sadie smiled. “I could teach you sometime. It's really not hard.”
“Not hard for you,” Kylie replied. “You ace every sport you try. My parents nicknamed me âKylie Klutzarina' when I was three for a reason.”
“It has a nice ring to it,” Sadie teased her friend. She gave Kylie a playful punch in the arm.
“Since you're so sporty, you're gonna love our latest order,” Kylie said. “It's pretty over the top.”
No cupcake order could surprise Sadie anymore. Peace, Love, and Cupcakes had created cupcakes for an Elvis impersonator; cupcakes decorated to look like raw sushi; and even cupcakes for dogs, cats, and horses to eat.
“Go aheadâspill,” Sadie said. “What's the new order, and are we renaming the club Peace, Love, and Crazy to Bake This?”
“I think we should wait till the rest of the girls get here,” Kylie said, stalling her. “But I will give you one little hint: you'll be jumping up and down when I tell you what it is.”
â¢ â¢ â¢
By the time Jenna Medina, Lexi Poole, and Delaney Noonanâthe remaining members of PLCâarrived, Kylie had laid out all the details on her kitchen counter. “So the delivery is Saturday morning, which gives us a week,” she said, glancing at the order form. “And the order is for four dozen in two different flavorsâsomething chocolate, something vanilla.” She opened her recipe binder and started flipping through it.
“It doesn't sound so complicated.” Lexi weighed in. “Sadie told us you said this order was over the top.”
“Well, the customer is leaving the design
to us, and the sky's the limit,” Kylie replied.
Jenna realized her friend was trying to be punny. “There is no way I am delivering these cupcakes jumping out of a plane!”
“Relax! No skydiving.” Kylie chuckled. “But you're right about the âup in the air' part.”
“Is this a cupcake order for birds?” Lexi guessed. “'Cause feathers and fondant don't exactly go well together.”
“Nope, no birds,” Kylie said. “And no helicopters or bungee jumping either.”
Jenna scratched her head. “
QuÃ© pasa, chica?
What are you not telling us?”
“The order is for a trampoline birthday party!” Kylie finally revealed. “How much fun is that?”
“Please tell me we don't have to make cupcakes that bounce,” Jenna said, groaning.
“Can we do that?” Delaney asked excitedly. She loved to kid around, but she could also be a little clueless sometimes.
“The birthday boy is turning five and has invited his whole kindergarten class to Up, Up, and Away Trampoline Center in Stamford.”
“Cool!” Sadie said. “So we have to come up with cupcakes that have a trampoline theme.”
“Exactly,” Kylie said. “Any ideas?”
For a few minutes, the room was silent as the girls thought hard.
“Feet!” Lexi suddenly tossed out. “Or maybe socks? Isn't that what you wear to jump on a trampoline?”
“Flies,” Sadie added. “They're always in the air. And little boys love bugs, right?”
“Falling,” Jenna grumped. “As in splat on your face or butt. Which is what I would do on a trampoline.”
“Um, I'm not seeing any of those things on a cupcake,” Kylie tried her hardest to envision their suggestions, but all she could see was Jenna flopping on a trampoline face-first. As cupcake club president, Kylie had the power to veto an ideaâand smelly feet and flies didn't sound particularly appetizing.
“What about balloonsâballoons go
up, up, and away
if you accidentally let them go,” Delaney suggested. “And they're pretty and colorfulâand every birthday party has them.”
“That's just it,” Sadie jumped in. “Cupcakes with balloons on them are so ordinary. We're PLC. We can do better than that.”
Lexi took out her sketchbook. Designing cupcake decorations was her job. “Sadie's right. What if we did something like thisâ¦” She drew a cupcake with blue piping around the edges and a black fondant top to represent the trampoline. In the middle of the cupcake was a small figure of a boy bending his knees with his arms in the air.
“Ooh, that is amazing,” Kylie said, watching as Lexi used her colored pencils to bring the cupcake to life on the page. “We could use fondant to mold the little jumping guys.”
“And no boring vanilla or chocolate flavors either,” Jenna insisted. As the official taste tester, it was her job to make each cupcake delectable. “I'm thinking chocolate-chocolate chip cake filled with marshmallow and churro cupcakes with a hint of cinnamon to give the vanilla a kick.”
“Nice.” Sadie high-fived her. “Do you suppose we'll get to try out those trampolines when we make the delivery?”
Tu mejor que yo
âbetter you than me!” Jenna said. “I get motion sickness if my little brothers bounce on the couch.”
“Then I'd say we have a plan,” Kylie said, taking notes in her binder. “Let's get jumpin' on those cupcake recipes.”
Saturday morning, bright and early, Sadie's dad showed up with Sadie in his contractor's truck to drive with Kylie to the trampoline party.
“This sounds like an easy order,” Mr. Harris said as the girls loaded four boxes in the backseat. “You didn't give me a Leaning Tower of Pisa or a seven-foot-tall spinning sphere to build for you this week.”
“Nope,” Kylie said, climbing in beside the boxes. “No crazy cupcake display. This order was easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy.”
“Every time you say that you jinx us,” Sadie reminded her. “Remember when we had to deliver that order to the horse show and we got stuck in traffic for two hours?”
Her dad tuned to the news on the radio. “Traffic reporter says it's all clear,” he said. “We should be there in plenty of time.”
“You see?” Kylie said. “No need to worry, Sadie.”
They made it to the party with a half hour to spare. The trampoline studio was a giant, indoor play-park, filled with ball pits, slides, tumbling mats, andâof courseâtrampolines of all shapes and sizes for kids to jump on.
“Where would you like us to put these?” Sadie asked the birthday boy's mom. She and Kylie each carried two boxes.
“Why don't you set them down over there?” The mom pointed to a table decorated with dinosaur plates, cups, and streamers. “We have some platters for you to arrange them on.”
” A little boy jumped out in front of Sadie. She was startled for a secondâand nearly dropped the boxes of cupcakes.
“Hey!” she said, tightening her grip. “You scared me! We almost had a cupcake catastrophe.”
” the boy repeated. “That's my T. rex voice.”
“Well, it's impressive,” Kylie complimented him. “You must be Justin, the birthday boy.”
“How'd ya know?” he asked, eyes wide.
Kylie pointed to his T-shirt that read, “I'm the Birthday Boy.”
“Oh.” He grinned sheepishly. “I can't read yet.” He raced back to his classmates, who were all jumping headfirst into a pit filled with colorful plastic balls.
Kylie glanced over at Sadie who was mesmerized watching the action. “You want to try it, don't ya?” Kylie teased her. “You want to go jump in the ball pit.”
“Kinda.” Sadie blushed. “Would that be silly? An eleven-year-old playing with kindergartners?”
Kylie put down her boxes and took Sadie's cupcakes from her. “I'll set these up. You go have some fun.”
She put out all the cupcakes on the platters, admiring how each of the fondant figures attached to a toothpick was a little boy or girl in midair. They were perfection! She looked around the room for Sadie and spied her on a huge trampoline with Justin. When she walked over, she discovered the pair trying to outjump each other.
“Betcha can't do a knee drop into a backflip,” the little boy dared Sadie.
“Oh yeah? Watch this!” Sadie expertly dropped to her knees, then sprang in the air into a flip.
“I can bounce higher than you,” Justin taunted her. “I can bounce all the way to the moon!”
Sadie never backed down from a challenge. “But can you do it with your eyes closed?” she dared him back.
“Wait, Sadie,” Kylie tried to warn her, “I'm not sure that's a good ideaâ¦”
But Sadie paid no attentionâshe was too determined to win this trampoline showdown. Kylie watched as her friend covered her eyes with her hands and bounced higher and higher on the trampoline.
“Go! Go! Higher! Higher!” Justin egged her on.
Sadie was laughing and bouncing wildly. “Check this out!” she said, doing another backward somersaultâthis time with her eyes closed. Kylie watched it unfold in slow motion: Sadie flipped in the air but missed the trampoline on her landing. She crashed to the floor and fell flat on her back.
“I win!” Justin cheered triumphantly.
Kylie raced to Sadie's side. She was lying on a mat, dazed. Her foot was twisted under her.
“Are you okay, Sadie?” Kylie asked, helping her sit up.
“Yeah, just embarrassed that I lost to a five-year-old.”
A crowd of kids and parents was now gathered around them, and Mr. Harris pushed his way through.
“What happened, honey? Are you okay?” he asked anxiously.
“I'm fine, Dad,” Sadie replied. “I just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all.” She leaned on Kylie and tried to stand upâbut her foot gave way under her.
“Ouch!” She grimaced at the pain.
okay,” Mr. Harris insisted. “I hope you didn't break something.”
Sadie gritted her teeth and put pressure on her sore foot. “It's fine, it's fine. I just need to walk it offâ¦”
She hobbled around the floor, and Kylie saw tears welling in Sadie's eyes. It hurt terribly.
“Sadie, I think you should go to the hospital and get it x-rayed,” Kylie said softly.
Mr. Harris nodded. “I agree. I'll bring the car around, and we'll go to the emergency room.”
Justin's mom brought over a chair. “I'm so sorry,” she apologized.
“No, it's not your fault,” Sadie insisted. “I was the one who told Justin I could do it with my eyes closed. It was silly and immature.”
“It was cool!” Justin said. “But I didn't mean for you to get a boo-boo.”
“I know you didn't.” Sadie tried to smile. “Let's just hope it's not a big boo-boo.”