February 14, 2017: "A what?" Dr. Pepper asked, staring at Savannah and I. I was grinning excitedly.

"A bake sale!" I yelled out.

"Awesome!" Savannah agreed.

"I don't know, that costs a lot of money to even put together-"

"You did the dance," I crossed my arms. "Plus we can get volunteers! We can hold it in the parking lot, just block other cars from coming in. We can ask around for tables and find people to sell their baked goods. We could try and find sponsors and could try and get professional bakers to join us." I explained, thinking intently. It all came to mind then and there.

"You're really full of ideas, aren't you?" Dr. Pepper asked watching me. I grinned sheepishly while rubbing the back of my head.

"Occasionally!" I nodded.

"You know what? I bet I could find some tables at home, plus with the ones already outside I think we can make it work. People can bring their own, too." Savannah promised. "We could do it Saturday the 4th of March from 12 to 3." She offered. I nodded enthusiastically. We gave Dr. Pepper a hopeful look. He chuckled and nodded in agreement. We high fived excitedly and cheered. He chuckled as he watched.

"We can start making posters this weekend," I suggested. Savannah nodded in agreement. The lunch bell rang. I groaned quietly and quickly stuffed as much food as I could, into my mouth. When we left, I dropped my food in the trash and walked back to class.