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Royal Icing
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Author: Sheryl Berk
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wheelchair proudly showed off her papier-mâché sculpture.
    â€œIt’s my Peekapoo puppy, Scooty,” she said. “Isn’t it lifelike?”
    The judges looked closely, admiring how she had etched tiny lines to represent fur in the plaster. “Quite detailed,” said one of the judges, a gray-haired gentleman with a mustache. “I can see how much work you put into it.” The woman beamed.
    When they arrived at Lexi’s painting, the judges stared long and hard for several minutes.
    â€œWhat do you call it?” one judge asked her.
    â€œSweet Sensation,” Lexi replied proudly.
    â€œI see,” he answered.
    Lexi gulped. He wasn’t smiling. None of the judges were. In fact, the one with short black hair and an earring in her nose looked bored.
    â€œI’ve seen so many still lifes today.” She yawned. “You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”
    â€œIt’s a cupcake—it’s very different from a bowl of apples,” Lexi tried to explain. “And if you look over there, my friends and I did all the cupcakes for the art show with a mini painting on them. Because cupcakes are truly art.”
    The other female judge with bright red hair turned to see where Lexi was pointing. “Oh, my! Isn’t that interesting!”
    All three judges made their way to the cupcake table. “Have one? Or two or three!” Kylie said, offering them each a treat. “This was all Lexi’s idea. Amazing, huh?”
    The redheaded judge took a bite. “Heavens! So many colors!”
    â€œI know! Cool, isn’t it?” Kylie said, offering her a second. “It’s a rainbow tie-dye cupcake.”
    â€œSpectacular use of primary shades,” the gentleman added, licking frosting off his upper lip.
    â€œIt’s rad,” the third judge decreed.
    â€œIs rad bad…or good?” Delaney whispered to Kylie.
    â€œI don’t know. But I think we’re about to find out.” The judges huddled and began to debate the entries.
    â€œThey hated it.” Lexi sighed, joining her fellow PLCers. “I think I put one of them to sleep.”
    â€œCome on, Lex. Don’t give up yet!” Kylie said, squeezing her friend’s hand. “You did an amazing job. Let’s wait and see what they say.”
    After much deliberation, the judges handed an envelope to a woman in a pink suit at the back of the room. The lady smiled and stepped up to the microphone.
    â€œHello, everyone,” she said cheerfully. “My name is Meghan Wilkie, and I am the president of the New Fairfield Amateur Art Society. Welcome to our fifth annual spring show.” The crowd applauded—all except for Lexi, who was biting her nails.
    â€œI am so pleased to see such a wonderful turnout this morning, and such a wide array of artwork. Everything from paintings, sculptures, and videos to art of the edible variety.” She motioned to the cupcake table.
    â€œDid she just call our cupcakes art?” Jenna whispered.
    â€œSo now, without any further ado, I would like to announce third place. It goes to Neal Dutta for his amazing recyclable art installation entitled ‘Scrap Heap!’”
    The crowd cheered as Sadie watched the artist come up and claim his white ribbon. “That junk won? That is nuts!” she said.
    â€œShhh!” Lexi hushed her. She was now pacing the floor. “I can’t take the suspense!”
    â€œIn second place, we have ‘Pears on a Platter’ by Charity Jackson. Congratulations!” A teenage girl with wavy brown hair stepped up to receive her red ribbon.
    â€œOh, no! Another still life won? I’ll never win now!” Lexi said, burying her head in Kylie’s shoulder.
    â€œAnd finally, I’m proud to bestow first place on a most unusual artistic display,” Mrs. Wilkie continued. “The judges were unanimous that this one deserved the top prize
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