I walk into the kitchen after playing with my legos all day. The sun was shining through the window into the bright yellow kitchen and mom was washing dishes. She had thick brown hair that was pulled back into a messy bun and was wearing a floral apron.

“Can I have some cake?” I pleaded.

“Of course not its the afternoon and we will be having dinner pretty soon,” she replied.

“But mom-

“Nope sorry kiddo,” she said while tussling my hair.
I told her I was going to play outside with my neighbour and best friend, Tommy. I knocked on his door and his big brother answered. Before I could say anything he yelled up the stairs:

“Tommy your friend is here!” and then he left. Tommy’s brother didn’t like me ever since I spilled my juice all over him last year at a neighborhood party. Tommy comes downstairs skipping every other step.

“I have a mission,” I whisper to him.

“What is it what is it?” he asked jumping with excitement. He loved adventures.

“The cake in my kitchen. We need to steal it. My mom won’t let me have it, but I NEED my cake.”

“I have the perfect plan,” Tommy said getting down to business, “I will go into your house and pretend to run into the door in the living room, distracting your mom. You go in as fast as you can and then sprint out and go down the street and I will meet you there. As soon as you are out of the house yell cake as loud as you can and I’ll run out.”

“That’s brilliant! Ready, set, go!”
I wait a few minutes at Tommy’s house before hearing his fake cries to go. I jump over the fence, dividing our properties, and run through the backdoor into the kitchen. I hear Tommy crying down the hall. I find myself in the kitchen a look around. There’s the cake. Sitting on the counter gleaming, coated in the white frosting. I grab it and it’s heavier than I thought. I mustered up all the strength I had and bolted down the hall and out the door.

“CAKE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs .
Hearing the signal Tommy suddenly stops crying

“I’m okay now!” he says to my mom, “Its magic! I’m cured! I have to go bye, he says in a rush.

“But Tommy wait,” my mom yells after him, but Tommy is already out the door and down the street.
We meet near the church and start eating the cake with our hands, the feeling of accomplishment and moist cake in our mouths

“We did it,” I whisper with a smile.

“Good. Do you think anyone saw us?”

“I don’t think so, since we were behind the church .”

“Good, good and the evidence?

“Gone, behind the dumpster, never to be seen again.”

“Great work. I have another job just like this one in California. Are you up to it?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

The next day Tommy and I met up again and took a bike ride to California Street where my aunt lived with her dogs. My Aunt had just made a plate of cookies. Once she had left the room, she would never see those cookies ever again. As for my mom she never did learn what happened to her cake and it better be kept that way. We would be in all sorts of trouble if she knew it was Tommy and I. Doing something that bad came with a heavy price.