It was a rainy Sunday lunchtime. Jasmine sat, staring out of the window, brooding about Ben, Andrew and the Chocolate Easter cakes.
‘I still can’t believe it! They were buying cakes from us for 50 pence and then selling them to people in the park for a pound! 50 pence per cake profit, just for doing nothing!’
‘They did have to dress up as Easter Bunnies,’ Lucy pointed out reasonably. ‘And they nearly got arrested by the police. Oh by the way, my mum saw PC Atherton yesterday. He said the cakes were delicious!’
Jasmine didn’t answer. She was still seething at the boys making a profit out of her hard work. And deep down, she was wishing she had thought of the Easter Bunny idea. If anyone was going to look good in an Easter Bunny costume, it was her!
At that moment, Aleesha from school knocked at the door. She was soaking wet from the rain.
‘I am in so much trouble at school,’ she said, pulling off her wet coat and flopping dramatically onto the settee. ‘You won’t believe the homework Mr Banks has given us. I’ve got to think of an idea for an internet business – by tomorrow! You two have gotta help me.’
‘How long have you had to do it,’ asked Jasmine.
‘Four weeks,’ admitted Aleesha sulkily. ’But the thing is, everytime I think of it, my head hurts and my brain goes blank. So it is so not my fault!’
They sat in silence for about thirty seconds, before deciding they were too hungry to think. Aleesha showed them how to make Carrot and Coriander soup. It was gorgeous and Lucy was very impressed.
‘I didn’t know you could cook,’ she said.
‘Oh, yeah,’ replied Aleesha casually. ’This is my mum’s recipe. We make it all the time at home. Oh I wish I didn’t have that homework to do.’
The soup was so good, the three girls used their bread to mop up the last bits of soup from their plates. It had stopped raining outside and the sun was beginning to shine through.
‘We could do with some cake now,’ sighed Lucy. Aleesha nodded her head in agreement. ’I could always eat cake.’
All at once, Jasmine jumped. ‘That’s it – that’s your business idea. An internet cupcake delivery service! Everyone loves cupcakes. People order them by email – it could be for themselves, or as presents. And we bake and deliver them!’
Aleesha was doubtful. ’Who would bother ordering a cupcake on the internet, when you could just go down to the shops and buy some.’
‘No, no, no!’ Jasmine explained excitedly. ‘Each cupcake is delivered by us in a fancy box. We could decorate the cakes as well – so if your friend is ill, you could send them a cupcake saying ‘Get well soon.’ Or you could send one to someone you liked, with a love heart on.’
And so that afternoon was filled with Aleesha writing out a business plan for ‘Cupcakes-R-Us’, their new internet cupcake delivery service. Jasmine designed publicity for the school’s website, as well as sending individual emails out to everyone they knew. Meanwhile Lucy checked her cookery books for the best ever cupcake recipe.
‘How much are we going to charge?’ asked Aleesha, chewing the end of her pen.
‘£2 each,’ said Jasmine firmly, remembering how much the boys had charged for the Chocolate Easter cakes.
‘With free delivery.’
Aleesha looked at Jasmine, as though she had gone completely mad. ’Who is going to pay that much for a cupcake?’
The answer to this question was ‘quite a lot of people actually’ – as Jasmine pointed out to Aleesha later that day, when the orders started pouring in. The first email was for a ‘Get Well Soon’ cupcake from Andrew to his grandma. Then there were a couple of ‘Thank you’ cakes for a teacher who was leaving the school that term.
But things got really interesting when the orders for ‘I Love You’ cupcakes started to arrive.
‘Oh my goodness – I can’t believe it!’ squealed Aleesha. ’Jenny Harper is sending James Pierce an ‘I love you’ cake! But HE is sending one to Sarah Ward, in Year 8. This is just the best internet business EVER!’
‘Just hurry up and make the boxes and cards,’ said Lucy. ’Jasmine – have you finished decorating those cakes yet?’
Jasmine’s part of the kitchen was looking decidedly untidy, with icing sugar every where, including all over Jasmine.
‘Nearly finished, but cupcake decorating is harder that you think. I still can’t get the writing on the cakes quite right, so I’m using sweets and stencils instead. This is my best one.’
Jasmine held up a cupcake, covered in white icing and decorated with a bright red heart made out of chopped up bits of glace cherries.
‘That looks amazing,’ exclaimed Aleesha, genuinely impressed. ‘Right, we should do that for all the ‘I Love You’ cupcakes. I’ll write the name of the person sending it on the card.’
The last part of the day was spent with the girls riding round on their bikes, collecting money and delivering cupcakes. Each of them had a list of addresses, with a note of the type of cake to be delivered. It was hard work but good fun. People really loved receiving the cakes.
Jasmine’s last delivery of the day was to Sam Foxton’s house. Heather in their class had sent him an ‘I Love You’ cake. Jasmine leant her bike on the gate and walked up the driveway to the house. She had never been to Sam Foxton’s house before, and so she had sneeky peak through the windows, whilst she was waiting for someone to answer the door.
Sam opened the door and immediately Jasmine presented him with the cupcake.
‘Hiya Sam,’ she said breezily. ‘I’m delivering you an ‘I Love You’ cupcake.’
Sam looked amazed and delighted at the same time. ’Wow! Er, well thanks very much. Er, I don’t know what to say!’
‘You don’t have to say anything,’ Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. She was about to go when suddenly, a thought occurred to her. ’Its not from me you know! Its from Heather Middleton.’
For a brief moment, Sam seemed lost for words. But then he laughed and said hurriedly ‘Oh yeah, I knew that! Ha, ha.’
Jasmine peered at him through narrowed eyes – was Sam Foxton blushing?! Surely he didn’t think she would ever send him an ‘I Love you’ cake! ’Right I had better go then,’ she said gruffly, grabbing her bike. ‘Enjoy your cake.’
As she rode away, she began to think of the Sam situation. As the most popular boy in the school, he was likely to be getting a lot of cupcake deliveries. ‘It was probably be better if I didn’t deliver them,’ she resolved to herself. ‘I wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Especially not Sam Foxton!’