Chapter 2.5
Chapter 2.5 – Burning Desires
As always, time flew by and it was soon time for Irish to become a fully fledged child. 
The turnout for her party was not exactly something to boast about. Then again, she was barely going to have many friends considering her age.
She turned out a little cross-eyed unfortunately, but this was shortly fixed by Tremayne and an invention he had created. 
Sadly, it left her mentally scarred for life.
Nothing else particularly significant happened until Minty aged up into a teenager.
Being a party animal, her turnout was muchos better than Irish’s party.
Minty thought hard about her wish before blowing out the candles on her vanilla and raspberry birthday cake. She decided that she wanted to become talented at something. 
Once she was settled on her wish, she took a deep breath and puffed out her candles in one attempt. Fudge was not happy because he had in fact bought those candles that relight after they are blown out, so he promptly marched down to the grocery store for a refund.
Minty’s wish was soon granted. She became a talented musician, particularly when it came to playing the piano. Fudge often watched, mostly in disapproval because he would have preferred that she had taken up chess so he had someone to play with.
Because of her ambitious nature and arguably good looks, the boys at high school were quite fond of Minty. She was literally fighting them off everyday.
She was a force not to be reckoned with.
Irish, who was still quite the daddy’s girl, had joined the Scouts so he would be even more proud of her than he already was. 
For one of her badges, and a chance to work for Lord Alan Sugar, Irish had to set up a successful business. Since Irish was pretty good at cooking, she decided to work on establishing a bakery business. She made some vanilla and blueberry muffins based on a recipe she had seen in a Delia Smith cookbook and tried to flog them off at the nearby park.
To her disappointment, she did not even sell one measly muffin. Well, she was charging them at $25 a piece, so what did she expect really?
Needless to say, Lord Alan Sugar was not impressed with her business acumen.
Completely distraught that she would not become the next junior apprentice for Lord Alan Sugar, Irish returned home that night and confided in her doll, Crissy, who, over the years, had become more and more real to her.
‘Hush, hush, it’s ok, Irish,’ Crissy soothed, all ya gotta do is burn the Scout leader’s house down. Burn it down, to the ground.’
And so, Irish did.
Nice affects in that last picture!
Thanks 🙂