This Is NOT Culinary Arts...

[Neon]

VrrrVrrrVrrr!

The car jolted forward again randomly, as it usually did. All she could really do was hold on for dear life until it started spluttering down the highway at a normal pace. The metal plates that covered the thing seemed to groan with the jerking motion, but they held, as always, and soon she was moving relatively smoothly, well for her car, down the road again.

She'd filled up on gas at the last convenience store she passed, so she knew she'd make it to the academy in one piece.

Sunshine smiled happily at the thought of the school that was waiting for her. The Rosalia Academy for Culinary Arts. What a lovely name for such a lovely place with such a damn lovely area of expertise!

She could almost see the stainless steel kitchen appliances and the wide array of utensils that would be at her disposal. It would be like a dream come true! And her parents had paid for it all!

It was things like that that made her remember they loved her.

Another grin lit her lips at that thought, knowing she really didn't need any more proof than just the everyday, but it was nice to get big gifts like this.

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She stared at the sign that was in front of her. The road leading up to the beautiful building was enticing to any...except for Sunshine at the moment.

'Rose Academy'

That was /not/ the name of her school and from what the sign said, it did /not/ specialize in what her school did.

A school for young ladies?

She reached over frantically to grab the print offs from MapQuest, holding them close to her face as she scrutinized the driving instructions.

"You've /got/ to be kidding me," she said in quiet disbelief before looking back to the school, a sense of utter dread permeating her frame.

With a sudden acceptance of her now dreary fate, she put the car in gear and slowly spluttered up the drive.

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She fingered the strap of her purse nervously as she passed into the building, glancing nervously back at her car only once. She could hop in and drive away. Drive back to her parents...

Who had just spent their yearly budget for groceries on this school.

No, she'd just have to live with it. Whatever /it/ was.

With that, she was directed toward the conference room by the nice lady in the lobby, nerves making her knuckles white as they gripped the strap for dear life.

With a deep breath, attempting, and failing, to center herself, she pushed open the door and passed into the conference room.

[Holly]

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[/i] She stood up from her desk in her office, and walked over to one of the two doors, which were on opposite sides of the room. She peeked out into the hall. No one. They must be already in the Conference Room. She walked across the room to the opposite door, paused at the door to adjust her bun, and opened the door.

Ms. Newman was surprised to see only a girl just walking through the door. "Uh, why hello," she greeted. She adjusted her glasses and smiled hesitantly. "Sweetie, where are your parents?"
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[Neon]

She forced a smile to pass over her features at the woman's hesitant hello. "Hey, there," she returned, passing further into the room, any hesitation of her own now hidden by what she hoped was confidence and purpose. Her mom had always said that if you acted like you didn't know what was going on, then things would just go downhill from there.

Sunshine normally ignored her mother's odd little tips, but here she decided it might be better.

"Where are they? Why, they would be at home," she glanced around for a clock, but didn't find one, "most likely sleeping right now. They have at least a /little/ bit of trust in me." She giggled a bit at her own words before shutting up quickly, hoping that this woman, the principal of this godforsaken school, didn't think she was insane.

Though, the woman'd prolly seen worse.

[Holly]

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[/i] She rubbed her hands together. "Well, hon, I need to see your parents. Or any guardian. They have to sign the paperwork." That was all she needed: to be stressed out as early in the day as lunch. She bit her lip.
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[Neon]

Sunshine's eyes widened at the woman's words, a sinking feeling in her gut. She did /not/ want to call her parents and tell them about this. She didn't want them to have to eat all that money, which was in the school's policy (though under the nice heading of 'NO REFUNDS.') As she resisted the urge to start hyperventilating, she noticed the older woman's nervous motions.

"Oh!" the girl said, feeling horrible for having perplexed the woman so early, "Oh, I'm so sorry. Here..." she trailed off as she started rummaging around in her purse. There was a triumphant, "Aha!" as she quickly brought out a decent-sized blue tupperware container.

She gave the other woman a sheepish look, "Now, mind you. I made these yesterday, so they're not as good as they were, but they've always helped me to relax."

With that, she peeled off the lid and carefully extracted the most delicious looking cinnamon roll. She pulled a napkin from her purse and handed the massive pastry to Ms. Newman, another slightly embarrassed look on her face, "I was planning on eating them when I got here, but...well, I was so...nervous, y'know?"

After shooting the woman another smile, she grabbed a cinnamon roll for herself, leaving two in the container, and tore off a small piece, popping it into her mouth.

Now, to fully explain one of Sunshine Night's cinnamon rolls would be to call it as if your tongue were having a ball at a disco dance club. If disco isn't your type, pick any kind of music, put your tongue there, and have it wiggle around like a bat out of hell. That just describes the tiny kick of lovely cinnamon.

Now, the actual bread is like the soft, luscious feeling of velvet across your fingers and the taste has been known to make ones taste buds burst into angelic song. (She doesn't bring up her uncle Harry very often.)

As for the cream that playfully lays itself along the delicate, and artful ridges of the pastry...it is as if the sun itself were shedding its perfect warmth upon you, blessing you with years and years of long life. Needless to say, with that upon your tongue, it's truly hard to actually and fully describe what Sunshine's cinnamon rolls taste like except to say it is like you're eating a big, massive chunk of heaven with each bite.

And that's an understatement.

As soon as the roll is done with, however, the feeling lingers for a few hours, leaving you to feel as if the world truly revolved around you and that you were the most happy person in the whole wide universe.

After that...all one really wants is another cinnamon roll.

Which is why she was originally supposed to be sent to Rosalia Academy.

Now, watching the principal nibble at the cinnamon roll, Sunshine tilted her head and popped another strip of the delectable goodness into her mouth, "I really would hate to bother my parents with something so trivial as this, ma'am. Isn't there any way that we could get around this?"

((Now, please, please, please, just go along. Heck, I just had my character feed yours the best thing she'll ever taste in her life! lol. And if you say anything about it not being the best thing she's had in her life...I will personally find you and destroy your computer. XD lol! Jk, jk...maybe. *evil grin*))

[Holly]

(Hey, I was planning to go along with it anyway.)

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[/i] "This is very good," she replied. When she was finished, she eyed the container again. "Um... If I could have another..." She picked up the papers and acted as though to put them back in the filing cabinet, which was where all of the signed and done with papers went.
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[Neon]

Sunshine smiled brightly at the woman's compliment, reading the actual message as the woman eyed the tupperware container again. Her smiled amped up a few more watts as Ms. Newman asked for another cinnamon roll and made to put the papers back.

"Oh, of course!" she said, nodding, as she collected Ms. Newman's napkin and carefully placed another of the pastries onto it. Sliding it back, she grinned again.