CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP.
I stared at the little orange flame dancing in the pan where the cake batter was present. The kitchen smelled like someone lit cake on fire. Sweet, but bitter at the same time (Woah, that was kinda deep).
I was freakin' out, man. The oven was gunna lite on fire unless I put that bad boy out IMMEDIATELY. I turned the temperature on the oven to 0 farenheight. Next, I opened up the oven.
Damn, that thing was hotter then Super Mega Hell. I rummaged around until I found a frying pan, and filled it with some cold water. I then dumped the water at the little fire in the stove.
Luckily for me, the fire had been put out. I really dodged a bullet there...
Suddenly, I heard the front door open, followed by my mother greeting me with a smile. Well, that smile disappeared almost as fast as it appeared.
"Care, what's that smell?" she asked?
Ugh, I told her, like, 895,364,563,248,097 times to NEVER call me care. That name is so stupid. Why, oh why did she have to think up of the name Care?? The only thing I want to be called is Carrie.
"I don't no, it was like that when I got here." I lied.
My mom got this totally freaked out look on her face. It was hilarious!
"D-d-do you think someone.... b-broke in?" she asked me.
"Probably! Don't matter to me," I said, as I walked past my petrified mother up to my room.
Turns out, lying was actually a bad idea there. Mom called the police to report a burglar (even though nothing was stolon(smooth mom)). I decided to fess up after that. Mom wasn't too pissed about the cake fire, but she did ground me for a week. HA! Like grounding me is gunna stop me from bieng evil!!!
