chapter 4

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Making breakfast, I managed to cut my fingersthree times, and burn my wrists several times. Mits. I was supposed to wear oven mits when working with the oven. I went to the box labled kitchen and rumaged through it.

A loud, repetative, beeping noise, and a few swears from a grogy Gorge made me realise Id forgoten to watch the pan.

I raced over and picked up, then dropped it because it was very hot. The oven mits were still mokingly sittin on the table.

I slid down the cabnets making a 'thud' noise on the ground. I looked up at Gorge who had grabed the oven mits, and shut off the burner. Grasping his extended hand, he pulled me up.

"Now what were you trying to do?" He asked ovbiously containg his anger.

"I was going to make breakfast to surprise you guys with when I burnt my hands on the pan, then remembered iven mits, but I forgot to... I screwed up again Gorge. Im to fricken retarded to even make breakfast." I felt a cold tear roll down my cheek.

Gorge was upset. Maybe more about what id said than what id done. "Dont ever say that. You are special. So loved."

Another cold tear, and a bowl of microwavable 'Mr Noodle' and I was out the door and on my way to school.

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