The Bad Boy Moves Next Door

Burnt Toast

I walk into a kitchen filled with- BEEP smoke. I was particularly calm prior to this, now filled with anger and my instincts. "EEK!" my brother shrieks and jumps to the side, spilling water down his shirt. Flames are bursting from the top of the stove, covering the wall above the stove. "What the hell are you doing?" "GETTING WATER WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE!"

Pause.

You're probably wondering what's going on? Let me start from this morning.

I woke up in the morning. No shit. Well I didn't wake up as effortlessly or gracefully as you might imagine. I actually tangled up in my sheets and fell onto my dog. "SQUACKKK." Yes, I know dogs aren't suppose to make that noise, but my dog is a whole other story. Very "interesting" dog that little one is, if you could even call him a dog.

I live with my 19 year old brother, Ethan. He doesn't have that much in the brains area, but he's still a good kid. I bet you're wondering who I am or where my parents are? Yeah, to put it mildly they're dead. It's pretty much just me and my brother with no family.

I got up off of my "dog," after deciding against falling back asleep, being too lazy to get up. I grumbly walked into the bathroom and stared at Elmo. Oh sorry, I meant me. My hair looked like the grudge, and I wasn't feeling very self confident as you could imagine. I shrugged and stepped out of the bathroom, my slippers squeaking on the hardwood flooring.

I trudged down the hallway, intrigued by the toasty smell, hair brush in hand. Whatever, who needs a hair brush. I hopped back to my room and threw it at my bed, seeing as I didn't get very far past my room, trying to make an epic walking scene. I mean, what?

Pause. Alright back to the present.

"YOU NEED TO GET MUCH MORE THAN WATER! A FIRE EXTINGUISHER MAYBE!" This man. I ran through the hall and slid amazingly across the floor like the boys back in fifth grade do. BEEP. I ran to the fire extinguisher. Wait. We don't have one.

"FUDGE NUGGETS!"
BEEP! "OKAY, WE HEARD YOU!"

I ran back to the kitchen, no more time for floor sliding, and turned off the element on the stove. The fire suddenly vanished, leaving me and Ethan panting on the floor. "Wait, why are YOU out of breath," *pant* "you didn't even do anything!" "DRAMATIC GASP! I did so much, woman." "You saying dramatic gasp isn't a dramatic gasp. You do know that, right?" "Fudge off, Zoey." "FUDGE IS MY THING!" "You can't claim fudge!" "Ew what, fudge is gross, I meant I claim saying fudge instead of fuc-" "DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE!"

After a while we got up off the floor and "Why are you talking to yourself, narrating what we do?" "Shhh this convo never happened."

And the convo never happened and she totally doesn't talk to herself. That's my job, buddy.

"Wait, so what were you cooking?" "OH SHI- OH YEA." I run after him to the kitchen. We head towards the toaster and Ethan grabs it and pulls out a piece of cold, black, burnt toast. "Yummy, appetizing." "I know, right?" "Wait, Ethan... why did the stove catch on fire if you weren't using it?" "Is this a trick question? I was using it! I was doing my karate and I accidentially kicked it and it just so happened to turn on." "You were cooking mustard again, weren't you?" "Yea." He tries to frown but is grinning so it just turns into a creepy elf face.

A/N How was my first chapter? This is really just the beginning. I have plans for the book but I'll just see how it goes. Buhbye :)