Chapter 12.2: Signs of a Thunderstorm

AMBROSE

I have never tasted a cupcake this quite tasty in several months or even in my whole life. It doesn’t matter who it came from or who made it or who it is for. I was thoroughly captivated by this treat that I thought of having everything all for myself. Our first break was just a short fifteen minute but it was enough for me to bring the box of cupcake with me to the abandoned part of the school. I held the box with such caution as I climbed through the window. I was expecting to see Phil or even Marlon to be hiding here having their daily dose of cigarette but luckily I was the only one here. The dim and hollow space felt familiar but still different. I inched my way toward this old armchair and sat down before eventually ripping off the cover of the box. There are still five cupcakes with different designs left waiting for me. I wondered if each has different flavor too. The first one that I ate was a fruity vanilla and it was soft and fl