I know what you're thinking, how did this girl manage to almost burn down her house
Let me explain. (Also not the title and the entry sounding like a PJO book)
So there I was in my house. All alone. That should be the first thing to tell you that something is not right
Everyone in my house is gone, and six people live here. My dad's accompanying my brothers to a birthday party and my mom is at a pop up shop. I'm super anti social and don't usually go out.
I don't know how to cook. Like at all. Most of my friends know how to cook and they try offering to teach me, but I keep saying no because of the safety of their houses.
The most I can do is make instant ramen with fried egg. And 90% of the time I end up burning the egg, and either one of my parents have to supervise me.
So my dad is all like, "Alright, we're gonna be out for sometime, you have your phone if there's an emergency, but don't have anyone over, (As if my father has met me), and you can make noodles of your hungry." I said sure and locked the house.
You know how in T.V shows when the kid is alone and they wear a button up shirt with boxers, socks, and sunglasses and play this really corny music.
I did that.
Minus the whole boxers thing.
And I was listening to the Dear Evan Hansen soundtrack and was crying so hard, you'd think I was Poseidon or something.
Anyways it was like 3 pm and I decided to make food. I headed to the kitchen and I tripped cause there's like this mat in front of the door. That sign should have told me to walk away and just order food. But I'm broke and my parents wouldn't let me so it was to cook instead.
I get a pot. Fill it up with water. And turn on the stove. But the stove wouldn't turn on. So I tried again, and again, and again, but it didn't work.
I tried aggressively turning it and the this huge fire erupted from the stove. I was panicking and screaming when I remember I have hands. So I went Super Spy mode and sneakily went under the cooker thing and turned it off. I finally got it working and put the noodles in the water.
My hyperactive brain was bored so I went to the living room and started watching tiktok. A good 20 minutes has passed and my brain was like, "Oh schist, the noodles" So I ran to the kitchen and what do I find you may ask?
Black, burnt noodles in a pot.
I turned of the stove, threw away the noodles and I was like, Screw it, and just had some bread with nutella and pringles.
It's like 6 pm rn and they're still not back.
help.
YOU ARE READING
Life and Stuff
Non-FictionSo this book is just about some stuff I wanna rant about, but don't mind the cover, he's just too perfect I had to add him there, plus I had no idea what else to put