The day of the event finally came. With students and teachers all over the place. Alex, Matilda, and I had joined the management team like we had planned, together with a few other students, one a girl named Zara who was a senior.
We were still clad in our school uniforms, and to accommodate the event, classes had been dismissed early, allowing us ample time for setup. The food fair, an idea I had proposed, had been selected as one of the featured stalls. Each student was encouraged to contribute edible items for sale, with the proceeds going to the trust fund. I had baked homemade cookies, a humble offering, while students whose parents worked in food companies had generously donated their products.
Amid the boxes stacked high and tables adorned with an array of delectable treats, we painstakingly arranged our vibrant display. The enticing aroma of freshly baked goods and savory delights wafted through the air, luring passersby.
