Caramel?

Moving In..

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Caramel-by-the-sea?! What kind of name is that for a town...

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"Cassidy sweetheart, come help your brother bring in some boxes." Mom said, "He can do it himself!" That worthless piece of shi- "Would you please help , Cassidy?!" Sigh, "Ok, I'll be there in a sec." I put my phone in my pocket and head down the stairs leading to the front door. 

We are too poor to afford movers so we have to do it all by ourselves, carrying boxes out and up all day. Then once all the boxes are put in the correct rooms, it's time for dinner. Yay moms horrific cooking, 

"Don't worry, I didn't cook it, it's pizza" she said as if reading my mind, 

"Ok, i'll be down in a second" wow pizza, we never have pizza for dinner. Mom must be in a good mood. 

As I walked down the stairs I noticed something strange. My brother was wearing his underwear... 

Just his underwear. 

Oh my god. "Umm, Daniel? What are you wearing and why?" 

He rolls his eyes and looks down. Oh great what did he do.. 

"Honey, you brother had a little incident.." 

"Oh my god, did you pee your pants?!!" I'm about ready to burst. 

He looks at me with a deadly glare. "No you idiot... I got - ng - a - h - ez -" 

"What was that Daniel?" I say while grinning. 

"..."

"Huh?" I say with a smirk.

"I got stung by a bunch of bees!!" He blurts sounding frustrated.

 I bursted out laughing,"Oh....My...Gosh" I laugh

"Shut up" he mumbles. 

Oh, today has been great! I thought while eating a big slice of pepperoni pizza.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP, ugh would someone please turn that sound off!! I wake up to find a healthy amount of smoke trapping my oxygen supply. That's when I realized that the noise was the fire alarm.! I dove down the stairs and straight to the source, The kitchen. As I walk in I see my mom and brother swatting at the air with cookie sheets like their lives depend on it.  Then I notice the burnt pancakes on the griddle. 

Oh mom, I sigh and walk to the window, unfasten the latch and open it as high as it will go. Then I proceed in turning the alarm nearest the kitchen off, the others following soon after. If you couldn't tell, this is basically routine in our house. My mom 'tries' to cook and ends up almost burning the house down. Hence why we normally don't let her cook..