I had a pit in my stomach, a feeling I couldn’t describe, the feeling was absolutely obnoxious. My life felt like a broken mirror. But then I walked in and saw it. There it was the final creation all finished and completed by my friends, while I was gone, sick for a week. I walked around as the creation was sticking to the concrete sidewalk. I look at the creation again, astonished by the masterpiece, only to realize that I shouldn’t have underestimated my friends so much. I walk back to my friends and thank them for helping me create this for my group project for school. I was so glad my hard work paid off, considering I worked as hard as an ox. Suddenly, as I was walking back to my friends. I saw something. I couldn’t believe my eyes, as I bent down to take a look at it again. There was a signature. I looked closely and saw that the words “Paris Cookies & Cakes” were written in the tiny bottom right corner. I went up to my friends asking “Hey you guys.. how was it making the cake??” They kept talking about how it was a breeze and that “Teamwork Makes The Dream Work.” I just felt like a toddler that didn’t see any red flags. I felt like an insect eaten by mates. Chewed up and spit out.

As I walked back home on that gloomy night, I said to my friends  “It must be great to eat a wonderful cake made by a bakery and then turn it in to class only to get a zero on our assignment... Do you agree?” 

I felt as though the gloomy night shared its sadness with me. 

Not sure if the scars would ever heal.