Wa-5 Final Draft

Chapter One: Wedding Day

I woke up and looked outside the window of my hotel room to see that is was a beautiful day. My stomach bubbled in anticipation of getting to marry the man of my dreams. Every aspect was going to be perfect, even the cake was the best cake I had ever seen in my life. It was a beautiful six layer cake with pink candy roses going around every layer.
Two hours before the wedding and the cake is nowhere to be found. I can’t believe not one person can find the cake, it couldn’t have just disappeared.
“Where the stupid cake?!” I yelled in growing anger. Of course no one responds though, why should it matter what the bride wants right? Finally, I hear a voice call from downstairs,
“The cake has just arrived, and it looks great!” A wave of relief went through my body at that moment; I could finally focus on what really mattered. I was hypnotized the whole time, the only thing that I remember saying was,
“I do.” Tears were flowing down my cheeks and an overwhelming sense of joy was going through my body. The reception afterwards was just magnificent. As me and my husband John walked in, I immediately noticed the cake. It was stunning; I wanted to skip dinner just to have a piece of the breathtaking cake.
Dinner was excellent; everything was perfect, from the salad to the main course of prime rib, which was beautifully cooked to perfection. Now it was time for the best part, the cake. I skipped out a little on dinner just to save room for the cake. We all lined up for cake and my husband and I were the first in line. As the caterer was cutting the cake, I had a funny thought. What if the cake was scared to be here? What if the cake had thoughts and feelings? What if the cake was silently sobbing on the inside saying, “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.” The poor cake most likely had a fear of utensils, I would be scared too if a big fork came at me trying break a piece of me off.
As I began eating my piece of cake, a slight feeling of guilt flushed over me. I had a feeling that we had hurt the cake, but it was so good I couldn’t help but eat it. I went to bed that night slightly disturbed. I didn’t mention it to my husband because I knew he wouldn’t believe me.

Chapter Two: The Cake

It was a beautiful day for a wedding, the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in sight. While the wedding ceremonies were in progress the caterers were busily rushing to set up the reception and dinner. The tables were set with a beautiful deep red cloth, and matching napkins. Everything was ready, except for one thing, me, the cake. I’m a beautiful cake, with six layers and beautiful pink candy roses on every layer. I was going to be the center of the whole reception hall.
I was the only the thing the wedding guests were thinking about during the wedding. They all wanted to get to the reception and get a piece of me, the moist delicious cake. I new everyone's agenda, but there was no way I could get away. It's not like I could just get up and walk out. The only chance of me surviving would be if every guest got stuffed and just refused to have a piece of me.
The sound of the knives cutting the prime rib was unbearable. If it wasn't for the beams holding up my layers I would have collapsed. The caterers moved me from the center of the room to the side of the room to be prepared for cutting.
Finally the announcement came, "Time for cake!" the groom shouted in anticipation. Now the panic was starting to set in, what was I going to do? I couldn’t move, I couldn’t make a sound, and the chances of someone knocking me over were slim. The guests started lining up with their plates to get a piece of my delicious body.
The waiter approached from behind the table, but he wasn't alone, he had friends. My worst enemy… the knife. On the inside I was sobbing, finally I realized that I was going to be eaten. My final moments seemed to go in slow motion, everyone just waiting to get their greasy utensils into my god like body. If I was going to die, then I would want to be eaten by spoons, not forks. Forks were the spawn of Satan, along with knives.
The edge of the knife was cold, cold and sharp, cold, sharp and unforgiving. As the knife was slicing through me, I could feel my life starting to slip away. Then all of the sudden, my life faded away. It faded into the bowels of every guest that attended the wedding. I was gone forever.