Post by Emma McDougall on Dec 18, 2016 7:59:31 GMT
All the windows she could open without going into the other girls' rooms were open. The door to her room, the bathroom, and to the hall were all open. Even so the place smelled like Lysol, bleach, and comet. After attempting to bake cup cakes the living area, kitchenette, and bathroom all needed a good clean. And since she had all her cleaning supplies out anyway she figured she might as well clean her room again as well. The place was freezing but without the open windows the fumes were making her eyes water and throat sore. Emma just hoped her roommates wouldn't mind the massive cleaning session, again.
The baking attempt, and that was exactly what it was, an attempt, had not gone well. One pan held globs of goo, another pan held blackened charcoal, and the third pan somehow mixed both catastrophes with burnt edges and goo centers. As each batch failed her anxiety went up which of course lead to another outbreak, which then lead to sticking to things. Now all the pans, mixing bowls, utensils, and over were covered in her sticky residue. Plus flour, sugar, and frosting seemed to of exploded on the rest of the surfaces. Baking was obviously not her calling, but she knew she'd make a splendid maid someday.
Flame red curls pulled back in a messy bun she scrubbed away at the inside of the oven. Stupidly she'd started in her bedroom, went to the bathroom, living area, and left the real problem for last. The other rooms were a piece of cake, sadly she missed the pun. As soon as she was done she planned on melting some scented wax, and spraying some Febreeze.If she could ever get the melted blob of sugary dough off the bottom of the oven.
Sighing Emma leaned back breathing in the cold air her head swimming from the potency of the oven cleaner. The fumes permeated through her little white mask the smell mixing with the burnt cupcake smell toxic olfactory torture. Once her head stopped spinning she took a deep breath then stuck her head back into the oven scrubbing fiercely with the steal wool. "I'm never baking again..."
The baking attempt, and that was exactly what it was, an attempt, had not gone well. One pan held globs of goo, another pan held blackened charcoal, and the third pan somehow mixed both catastrophes with burnt edges and goo centers. As each batch failed her anxiety went up which of course lead to another outbreak, which then lead to sticking to things. Now all the pans, mixing bowls, utensils, and over were covered in her sticky residue. Plus flour, sugar, and frosting seemed to of exploded on the rest of the surfaces. Baking was obviously not her calling, but she knew she'd make a splendid maid someday.
Flame red curls pulled back in a messy bun she scrubbed away at the inside of the oven. Stupidly she'd started in her bedroom, went to the bathroom, living area, and left the real problem for last. The other rooms were a piece of cake, sadly she missed the pun. As soon as she was done she planned on melting some scented wax, and spraying some Febreeze.If she could ever get the melted blob of sugary dough off the bottom of the oven.
Sighing Emma leaned back breathing in the cold air her head swimming from the potency of the oven cleaner. The fumes permeated through her little white mask the smell mixing with the burnt cupcake smell toxic olfactory torture. Once her head stopped spinning she took a deep breath then stuck her head back into the oven scrubbing fiercely with the steal wool. "I'm never baking again..."
