Vigo Village School

We made jelly based on the Supertato book series - I didn't taste it, as I've never been fond of its weird, squishy taste - But visually, it was a nice bright red colour and delightfully wobbly. Another thing to note was that we had to work in pairs; I chose my only "friend" (She wasn't a friend. She was one of the most spoilt, obnoxious kid I have ever met.) I'll call her Malloree - Meaning unfortunate in French - For the sake of this story. After we are done, the teacher advises us to put our jellies into the fridge so that our parents can see them the day after. The next day arrives, Malloree and I welcome in the guests excited, showing them our jelly. However, I slowly begin to realise that Malloree is the only one getting praise and accomplishments. I feel betrayed and lonely. Next day, she wins an award. I get no award. Malloree is a BAD FRIEND unlike ME who sat there CRYING IN A HUT on that day