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Let Them Eat Cake. Or Smash It

So I absolutely love yearbook. It's amazing how a bunch of completely different people from completely different walks of life can come together, get along, and make something awesome! But lately, there have been cliques forming. I didn't really even notice it because I was too busy doing my work, or nothing, to see it. But they have definitely formed and things aren't what they used to be. The school years almost over so it's not really a big deal, I see it happen every year. But yeah. There's basically two groups in the class.

The other day it was two members birthdays! Birthday's are always fun. Every time someone in the back group has had a birthday, they all bring in food and it's a paaartay!  There's a rule in yearbook. If you bring food, you must share. Isn't that a simple rule for all of humanity? Ha anyways. It was their birthdays and one of the girls made a cake. And it was a freaking awesome cake! It was rainbow! Way cool! You could see everyone in the class eyeing it up, wanting a slice. They lit the cake and we sang happy birthday.

The cake cutting began. But only five pieces were cut. One for every member of the group. We all stared at each other, the hunger in our eyes, wondering what was going on. I asked if we could have some. They all looked at me like I had a third eye or something. Then I was informed that they only had enough plates and forks for them, but if I really wanted some, I could go find some forks. Being lazy, I went back to work.

Then they all left the room. I went over to see the cake and noticed plates and forks. THEY HAD ENOUGH FOR US TO HAVE CAKE. So I helped myself to some and so did a couple other people. We had to scarf it down so they wouldn't know that we ate it though.

The next day I walked into yearbook. The cake was still there. It was quiet and my best friend in that class wasn't there and had craammpps and was just feeling, blah. We all started dancing though which was fun. Well we were dancing next to the cake. The stupid cake. I went over to look at it cause cake sounded good. I poked it and it was really, really, stale. To test it out some more, I punched it a little bit.

Then I smashed my fist in it in rebellion of the injustice of that cake. Everyone else joined me and we smashed it to a pulp.

This all might sound silly. It was just a cake after all and it's bad to eat cake in the morning. But to me the cake was a metaphor of the injustices of this world. How it's not fair that people can make billions of dollars while others down the street are starving. How Marie Antoinette was hated because her husband wouldn't sleep with her and she couldn't have a kid and everyone thought it was her fault and not his and how she said let them have cake and wore huge dresses while everyone starved around them but if she hadn't been so dumb France wouldn't have helped out in the American Revolution and I wouldn't be writing this blog post! And how men and women sometimes still aren't treated equal. How periods SUCK and I hate them with a passion.

So, the lesson of the story is, share. Let them have cake. Or smash it. And don't judge girls on their period.

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