A Cupcake Fairytale

"Things were changing for us... and this time for good.”

Abandoned by her father before she was even born, Madison had to make do with whatever life handed out to her. She sweetened her own life by loosing herself in the imaginary world of fairytales. She was forever stuck on princesses and the sweet bakery treats her mother constantly creates.

When the opportunity of a lifetime presented itself to her, Madison realises that her life wasn't all that it seemed to be....


3. If we won...




The next morning, I got up at 6:30. I usually wake up at 7:00 but that day I had the feeling that something good was going to happen so I was washed, dressed and ready for school as the clock hit 8:18.

“Bye, Mum!” I called just as I closed the door.

I went to the corner shop and bought a packet of Haribo strawberries and issue 34 of the JW mag. The book of the month was ‘Bad Girls’. A book all about a girl who always gets bullied but meets another girl who scares them and they go out together only to end up in the police station because her friend steals a jumper in a posh shop.

“Oh look! The princess of Nerdinham is geeking it up!” someone yelled as I walked into school with the magazine in my hand.

I ignored them and walked up to Savannah, who was chatting to another one of her friend.

“Hi.” I said, unwillingly disturbing their conversation.

The girl sighed and stomped away.

“Sorry, she’s a little off about three way conversations,” Savannah explained, even though I could see the lie in her eyes.

“As if Savannah! She obviously doesn’t like me being your best friend. It’s like a frog being BFFs with a princess!”

“It’s not like that, Maddie! No one could ever replace you!” Savannah exclaimed.

“It’s doesn’t matter! We’re inseparable aren’t we? Let’s just get to form before Miss Marwick has a fit.”

The first part of the school day was just like the day before. It was break time that was special. It made me feel like I was actually good for something at school. Like I belonged in the harsh reality the people here called life.

I was sitting in the front entrance, reading a Cathy Cassidy book, when Mrs Russet called me over to the office window.

“Can you take these leaflets to all the form tutors, Madison?” she asked.

“Sure!” I said cheerily.

I couldn’t resist taking a peek at the leaflet as I was walking. It had a pink background and a cupcake border. It read:

“Calling all bakers! Her Majesty the Queen is in search of a new baker to complete her sweet tooth needs. If you think you’ve got what it takes, submit your details and a taste of your baking and we will select the tastiest seven to compete in the finals. The closing date is the 28th June, so do not dilly-dally!”

Mum would be perfect for that competition. Her cakes are impossible to beat and she’d never failed expectations.

I didn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day and when I finally got home, I went straight to Mum who was chatting on the phone to somebody.

“Yes I can do today,” she said into the phone, “You don’t have to bring anything - just come and I’ll show you what designs I can do… okay, see you then.”

“Who was that?”

“A new customer. He heard about me on the internet and wants to know if I could make a cake for his friend.”

“Cool! Guess what?”

“What Kiddo!”

“The queen is holding a baking competition and the winner gets to be her new baker!”

“That’s incredible Maddie! Come on. Let’s make that woman the best cake her royal tongue has ever tasted!”

I helped make the mixture and watched it bake it in the oven while mum made a million colours of butter cream icing. Mum got to icing while I cleaned the kitchen.

Just as Mum placed the last toffee square on the cake, the doorbell rang.

“That’ll be my customer!” Mum exclaimed, “Frank!”

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