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3rd of August 1957

I was on my way to the kitchen to make myself breakfast, when a letter suddenly popped in from the slot on the front door.

Picking it up and flipped it over, I read it was from Liverpools College Art School. I had been receiving other letters from different colleges and I had been accepted to one of them, but it's really has a bad reputation around here.

I excitedly ripped open the enevolope and read the letter.

Thank you Sherelle Baker for applying to Liverpool College of Art. But we are sorry to inform you that we declined your application. Alternatively you can apply again through the 1959-1960 school year.

I threw the paper to the ground, and made my way to the kitchen.
What am I going to do now? John and I planned to go to the same College together, now the plan is ruined.
Why am I such a loser?

Then the phone rang interrupting my gloomy thoughts.
I walked over and picked it up.

"Hello?" I sighed.

"You don't sound good. What has happened?" John asked, he obviously sounded excited about something.

"Come over?" I was in so much need of company right now.

"I can't Mimi made a cake after she found out earlier today that I got accepted into Liverpools Art School!" John practically cheered.

This is not what I wanted the conversation to steer into.

"A cake? In this time of the morning?" I asked.

"Cher it's well into the afternoon." John laughed.

I looked to the clock behind me.
"Oh, so it is."

"So?" I knew what John was implying.

"What?" I acted dumb.

"Did you get accepted?" John asked the dreaded question.

"Does it matter I mean, College is College." I huffed.

"So you didn't huh?" John spoke somewhat quieter.

"No... I didn't make the cut."

"Okay, how about this I'll bring you a slice of cake and we'll eat our feelings. I hear that always helps." John chuckled.

"What? No I don't want your victory cake for my pity!" I teased him.

"So it's like that now eh? Fine we'll make our own. I'll be over in 10." John replied.

"Alright sounds good."

The phone went into dial tone, and I went back into the kitchen to eat my breakfast.

Later

Sometime passed and John had finally come over, we were both in the kithchen preparing my pity cake.

"Get the eggs out for me yeah?" I asked John as I grabbed the mixing bowl.

"What receipe are you using?" John handed me the eggs.

"Mine." I said while I was adding ingridients together

"Sherelle knows how to bake? Well look here." John made it seemed like it was news to him.

"Yeah who do you think baked my birthday cakes recently? My mum?" I laughed.

"I thought you bought them." John shrugged.

"Are you just gonna stand there and watch?" I teased him.

"What do you want me to do then?"

"Here, I'll give you the things you need to mix into the batter." I handed him the mixing spoon and moved to the other side of him.

"Alright then." John said as he mixed.

I handed him the ingridients left and there we had cake batter.

"Were done with that, now put that in here." I said as I got out the pan.

"Wait you got something on your nose there." John pointed out.

"What?" I touched my nose and felt nothing.

"Right there." John tapped my nose, and put batter on it.

I rolled my eyes.

"Very funny."

"Wait you got some on your lip there. Want me to take it off?" John smirked as he stepped closer.

"John, I really want to bake this cake." I laughed.

"That doesn't bother you at all? Cake batter right on your lip."

"John if you want to kiss me then just do it." I smiled.

"Who said anything about a kiss? I didn't. But if you wanted a kiss then who am I to decline." John shrugged.

John leaned in and gave me a kiss.

We both broke away and cake batter that was on my nose was smeared on his face.

"We got ourseleves a mess." I laughed as I wiped his face.
John just smiled and wiped my nose.

"Back to the cake then yeah?"

The doorbell rang and John went to get it.

I put the cake batter into the pan, and put it into the oven.

John came back into the kitchen with Pete Shotton by his side.

"What do we have going here?" Pete asked.

"A cake." I said as I sat on the counter.

"Oh, for what?" Pete looked at John then me.

"She didn't get accepeted into art college." John replied.

I glared at him.

"Something we should all be celebrating." Pete sarcastically replied.

"Whatever college isn't important anyway." I shrugged.

"Wayne Farley said that and look what happened to him." Pete replied.

John was laughing hysterically at that comment.

Wayne Farley was a popular arsehole that was 1 year older than us, he didn't make to any college and lived with his grandma and he was a janitor for an elderly home.

"Laugh it up. I got accepeted into a college just not the one I wanted."

"Wait, you two barely found out now which college your going to?" Pete asked.

Me and John glanced at one another.

"Yeah it's a long story." I shrugged.

"You should be fine then, just don't drop out, and become a janitor for old folks" Pete laughed.

John shook his head.

"You should've stayed home Pete." I joked.

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