I had fried myself, it turned out. And worse, I had applied what little sunscreen I did use in such a sloppy fashion that I had big, dorky, white (non-burned) streaks across my chest and forehead and parts of my arms. I looked like a total freak. “Holy raspberry-vanilla swirl!” Dylan had laughed when I got out of the shower that night. I glared at her and stalked back to my room to google sunburn remedies. Finding little of use, I asked my mom for an aspirin (it’s supposed to help both the burn and the achy legs, but it didn’t), listened to my mom’s lecture about skin cancer and sun damage and how surprised she was at my “uncharacteristic disorganization,” did a bunch of homework, and went to bed. (Notice I didn’t say “went to sleep,” because I didn’t!) The next morning, I was grumpy when I got up and made grumpier still when I checked my texts. Katie had sent a Cupcake Club request for me to finalize the proposal for the beach barbecue cupcakes for her neighbor ASAP, because they might go with the bakery in town.
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