Not Possible

Chapter Two: Pie Problem?

Emily~

"So, which extracurriculars will we sign up for tomorrow?" I haven't even gotten out of my day clothes yet and she's already wondering about after school classes.

"We could do art, bird watching, or...or...knitting!" She'd do all if she could. Jules just loves extracurricular activities. Volunteering? She's all about that stuff and who knows how good her college application will look at the end of the year. She planted twenty trees in our city, picked up litter all around the parks, helped in a soup kitchen once, and read to orphans at a foster home. She's the vision of hope and good deeds. I look like the devil compared to her.

Jules threw her bag on the floor so she could lift her legs onto the arm of the couch. She gained that lazy behavior of hers from yours truly.

"I was thinking of joining something later on in the school year. I'm not really interested in any of these clubs."

Julie kicked off her purple and blue socks, grabbing the TV remote with her toes. The channel began changing by the magic of her toes, while I sat on my recliner, finishing--actually glaring at an algebra problem which was giving me a hard time.

The problem might solve itself if I looked serious enough and now I was eyeballing my book like a psycho. A. Complete. Psycho.

"Stop doing that, you're scaring the pickles out of me!" Jules quivered at me.

I stopped my excessive staring to question her statement. "Pickles?"

"Yes, pickles. Do you have a problem with me using the sour vegetable in a sentence?" Tilting her head to the side. "Well?"

I raised my hands in defense and began to stare at my book again. I took my eye off the page for a minute and it looked as if it was erasing some of the things that I did answer. This plan sucked, terribly. This assignment had to be submitted to Mr. Larkhorn in the next twelve hours and I'm just sitting here procrastinating. Come on, Emily. I told myself as words of encouragement. You can do this. I picked up my pencil and started filling in the missing equations with as much knowledge my brain had about the topic.

To find the area of the circle above, you must use the formula: πr2

Pi. R. Square.

Pi. Pie. I would like some pie.

"I...want pie!" Slamming my pencil in the book. Jules, kind of caught off guard had leaped off the couch, stern in features.

"Let us eat pie!" She huzzahs. We walked into the kitchen searching for any sign of pastry. In the stove, cabinet, fridge, table--no sign pie.

What does a girl have to do to get some food around here?!

"Do you want to go buy some pie?" Jules, peeping her head from under the table. As if pie would be under the table. Common sense is very rare at times.

I'm already heading for the door with the keys in my hand. The craving for pie was overpowering my brain. I got into my car and drove to the nearest place that sold pie, down the street. Thank you, mom and dad, for picking a house conveniently close to food distributing stores.

I parked the car in front of Fredino's Bakery and walked through the doors to see a rather chipper smile.

"Ah, Fredino's most valuable customer has returned!" The Italian accent and the way he referred to himself in the third person was real, but me being his most valuable customer was a fraud. I haven't been to this hell hole in ages. The owner treasured all of his customers since they were helping him fulfill his dream as a baker. His most frequent customers were the female population. They would always come for food, leave with the thought of him and return for his flattering ways.