Agatha looked up at the clock, realizing how late it was getting. She had already made at least four batches of cookies and she was having so much fun making them, time just flew by.
After putting all the cookies in containers, she washed her hands and made sure that her appearance was acceptable, deciding to touch up her make-up a bit (her gothic make-up had already faded away). By now, she was almost 30 years old and her skin was a little less pale, but she didn't notice.
Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed the containers of cookies and headed out the door. But then she paused. Where was it that she was going again? She thought for a moment, then it came to her. She needed to go to a school fundraiser at the nearby elementary school. How could she have forgotten that? It's been on her calender for at least a month by now.
Shaking her head, she headed towards her car, got in, then drove down the street. She so hoped that everyone enjoyed her cookies just as much as she enjoyed making them.
