Food Coloring (bright fusia with a big punch)

Dear diary,


My name is Gerold and here. I have always lived my life to the fullest. But it is hard when you have lived on a grocery store shelf waiting to be hand picked and bought by a loving baker. I have always had thid same dream and my friends would always tease me and say that I was an optimistic fool who was hoping for only the best. I learned to ignore them and move on with more important things including learning about my origin, basic food making techniques and how to make a perfect cake. I figured now that I was going to be a part of an amazing master piece, I should only know the best in top chef dining. Days went on like always in the summer; slowly, hot and unexiting. I mean it's one thing not being sold for a 6 year-old but I mean knowing that no one would ever think to bake a cake in this kind of whether is dream crushing. My parents always tought me to be the best that I can be and that is what I plan to do. Days went on and on. Being in the back, I couldn't really tell but that is what I kept hearing costumers say as they payed withe their fancy credit cards and leave normally carrying a icy cold water bottle or something summery like that. Suddenly, I heard the chime ring at the door (telling that a costumer was there) on a day that seemed to never end. Then, when I heard them saying that they wanted all of the fusia food dyes in the shop, I almost fainted. However, I knew that I had to look the best in order to be taken seriously. So I sucked in and stood up straight and tall and said to myself, today is the day.
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No!!! I thought what I had taken to be a chef, was actually a crazy master mine who was out to get back at some guy, I had settled on the thought that my life was going down the drain. Litterally! They were fushing all of us down the drains of the Coral Queen. As I was striped of my cap I thought, if I can't be a part of a world famous cake, why not be a part of something worth while... Like a foolish plan.