Family Folklore, By Clayton Powell

It was Febuary 27th my sisters birthday. Little Kassie I remember when she was just a little baby. Now she has so much attitude it looks like that heads going to roll off her neck. Well anyways we are going to throw her a party at my uncle's house. His house is huge it looks like the Empire State Building in New York City.

Well we go over there before everyone else me and my mom. She decided earlier that morning we were going to make a cake. We go to the Albertson's. It's so far from my uncle house it takes a century. While we were in the car I beat Pokemon Blue so many times they made Pokemon red.

We finally get there and my mom starts piling stuff into the cart soon it looms over my head like a dark cloud. I swear if it had arms it would start chasing me. Instead of me eating it it would eat me. We get all the stuff and the car starts to slowly get weighed down. It was like trying to move a man of steel the car barely moved at 5 miles per hour. We get to the house and we start making the cake.

My mom is moving as fast as Usain Bolt it's amazing soon we get the cake into the oven. One problem it doesn't fit. So we run to a volcano. We bake it there it goes really quick. We run back in time just as everyone is getting there. We open presents it's time to present the Volcanic Cake. We turn off the lights and then the cake starts to bellow lava. It is awesome. It was a masterpiece. It was so delicous everyone ate and ate till there was only a little baby crumb left.