Okay, here's the first chapter. Little shout out to StupidIsMyMiddleName (my silly computer wouldn't let me reply): Aahhhh!! a spork!!!!


MPOV

I woke up to the sun rays floating through my open window. I could hear the sweet songs of the morning birds, i listened to the world as it woke up from a nice rest, the sounds of.... Gazzy and Iggy yelling? I listened harder.

"Fire! Fire! Gazzy set the bacon on fire!!!"

Well, if I wasn't awake already, I definitely was now. I leapt out of bed in my tank top and pajama pants and rushed down the hall to the kitchen. I was met with disaster. The kitchen was covered with flour. (Why they had needed flour for cooking bacon was anyone's guess.) Flames were jumping out of the pan as if. . . it was on fire. Iggy stood at the other end of the island, listening as Gazzy desperately dumped a bowl of water onto the flames. If there was anything I knew about fires, it was that you NEVER pour water onto a grease fire.

"Gazzy! Get the lid! Get the lid!" I yelled at him. He flailed around, looking for it, but it was too late. The fire was already spreading to the counter, threatening to corner him into into, "Dammit Gazzy, get out out there! You're gonna burn yourself!!!"

I ran over to the stove, shoving Gazzy away. I heard a soft thump as he hit the floor on the other side of the kitchen. The fire had splattered onto the floor when Gazzy had poured the water onto it. Flames flared on the linoleum floor. Mom was so gonna kill me.

I reached over the fire, feeling the heat of it pressing against my clothes. Don't touch the fire, don't touch the fire, don't touch the fire, I prayed silently. I open the cabinet over next to the stove, pulling out the spice rack. I found the salt, fumbling with it as I opened the container and slopped the entire freaking canister of it onto the stove, counter and floor. Immediately the flames died down. And then my mom and the flock came down stairs. And then the fire alarm went off. Yeah, a little late for that.

I let out a deep breath. I had been awake for what, thirty seconds? And already my brain was on hyper alert and adrenaline coursed though my blood. I decided I would put my anger and jittery nerves to some good use. I turned to Gazzy.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD WERE YOU THINKING!!!!!????" I glared at him through the thin smoke in the room. "You could've burned the house down! You could have gotten burned!"

I looked menacingly at him, waiting for him to answer. Gazzy looked up at me, his eyes full of guilt, but I could also see his excitement at the fire, his thrill from it even though it was dangerous. That was the part of him that I was trying to get to. I glared at him, daring Gazzy to talk back. He looked down, ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Max. I won't do it again." I stared him down for what I though was a suitable amount of time before letting him go. Gazzy stumbled across the burnt, slippery floor to the rest of the flock behind me, hiding behind them.

I kept my back to the flock and turned to Iggy, standing awkwardly at the other end of the kitchen. He looked like he was waiting for me to say something. To just get the yelling over with. I stayed still, not moving a muscle, just staring daggers at him. He chewed his lip uncomfortably, probably wanting me to start talking to make him feel better. Not the words, but just the noise so he'd know I was there. Which was exactly why I didn't say a word, didn't move an inch.

I just kept staring.

He figeted.

I glowered.

He shuffled uncomfortably from side to side.

I mulled over how I was going to punish him.

He tapped his fingers nervously on his thigh.

I could almost hear the flocks' suppressed laughter, their tense and rigid bodies the only thing keeping it in.

"Well. . . " started Iggy. He made a move to go out the door behind him. Not so fast buster.

"Not another step, Iggy," I growled. He flinched back at the way I said his name, "What the heck were you doing letting an eight year old cook on a stove? Especially that eight year old?" I thrust my hand behind me where Gazzy huddled in back of Nudge. I could almost see him wince at the mention of his name.

"Gazzy wanted me to teach him how to cook. . . " Iggy mumbled awkwardly, "I didn't think he would set the place on fire." I just glared at him, wondering how far up the list setting a house on fire was in order to get arrested. What to do, what to do. . . Brilliant! I looked up at Iggy.

"Okay," I said, all traces of anger gone from my voice. Iggy's head snapped up from where he was counting the tiles on the floor he couldn't see.

"wh-what?" He choked out. Probably wondering if I was just yanking his chain.

"I said 'okay.'" Geez, I thought I just aid that, "I understand. It was an accident." I heard gasps coming from the doorway. What, I was uncapable of being forgiving? Well, maybe. I leaned in closer to Iggy's ear so only he could hear me, "Just don't be alarmed if a little something jumps out and gets ya."

I heard him gulp as I turned away from him and went through the flock to the foyer, not meeting anyone's eyes. I grabbed my jacket and credit card and opened the front door, breathing in the sweet fresh air after all that smoke. Half way out, I turned and called back to everyone, who still hadn't moved from their spots by the kitchen, "You comin' to breakfast or what?"


Sorry, it would have been longer, but my computer shut down halfway through while i was typing this and deleted half my stuff, so i'll try to type it back up and post over the weekend. Thanks for reviewing!!!