One month writing challenge!

Shooketh the cooketh (Day 3)

Just a crackfic 

 The girl huddled in a small corner of the pantry, flour all over her clothes and face. Maybe if I stand still enough, no one will be able to find me, she thought but decided to cover herself in bread too, just to be safe. She heard yelling from outside the pantry and almost jumped in surprise, thankfully she was able to stop herself before she blew her cover. Sadly the pantry door burst open, and the bread fell off her head.

"Charlotte! Get out of the pantry and get into the kitchen, this is the third time this week!" Her mother yelled, pushing Charlotte out of the pantry and into her torture chamber. If only the bread stayed on, so close! Charlotte's mom told a few things to the waiter, while Charlotte was desperately wishing it was her. The restaurant was short-staffed that day and Charlotte, her mom and the waiter were the only one's available. He couldn't cook and while her mom was the head chef, it was an unusually busy day, which meant that Charlotte had to cook.

"Charlotte please, at least just boil the water and afterwards, if you're physically able to, help me chop the vegetables" She sighed. Walking away from Charlotte and towards a beeping oven. Charlotte eyed the stove on the other side of the kitchen and terror surged through her. I have to stay strong, I can do this! She repeated in her mind, hyping herself up as she marched towards the cabinet, and grabbing a pot. Her hand started shaking.

She filled it up with water and inched towards the stove. All I have to do is put it on the stove and turn it on. No big deal. She dropped the pot on the stove causing water to splash out, she flinched from its sudden movement. Charlotte took several deep breaths to calm herself down but ended up hyperventilating instead. After giving up on that she decided that she just has to do it no matter what, and that was final.

Her hand completely spazzed out, so she used her other hand to hold it in place and brought it closer and closer to the knob. She was going to do it. She was going to get over her fear of cooking once and for all! Finally she'd be able to work at her family business and not hide in the pantry when asked to cook! A smile crept onto Charlotte's face. Her finger grazed the knob.

Charlotte's mind flashed to her, turning up the heat and setting a timer only for the water to catch on fire. It spread at inhuman speeds and Charlotte and her mom had to flee. Then she saw her restaurant on fire, her mom crying into her hands at the horrendous sight. The waiter was nowhere to be found.

"Why did I ever allow you to boil the water!" her mother cried, and then Charlotte snapped back to reality.

"I CAN'T DO IT!" Charlotte screamed, running into the pantry once more. Leaving the pot of water cold and alone, customers confused at the noise and her mother groaning in disappointment. It wasn't even rush hour yet.

(532 words)