Since it's mothers day, I thought this was appropriate :)
A low peeping noise awoke Alex from his dreamless sleep. This was torture. No growing boy should be made to wake up at this time. He grumpily his his alarm clock, the peeping stopped while the digits '06:00am' flashed in green, illuminating the pitch black room. Slowly, Alex began to prise himself from his bed, and over to his mirror. He shook his hair until he deemed it acceptable for the day, then peeled his sweat pants and tee off. He looked in the mirror at the long scar which travelled from the middle on his collar bone, past his smooth abs and ended bellow his underwear. Tracing his finger down, he sighed at the memories. That scar was the worst injury he has ever received. His parents were told he did it falling onto the abandoned railway line near his house, however the truth of the incident was much more sinister. The teens of Sector E never did have much luck when it came to life changing event, but they got by. Once he was dressed and presentable, he gathered his gifts and headed down stairs. The house was still encapsulated with darkness. Pushing open the sitting room door, he shuffled across the laminate flooring, placing the gifts on the breakfast bar and began to scan the fridge. He had never cooked anything on his own before, normally Nicole talked him through it since his skills were lacking. Hehad asked her to sneak over to make breakfast this morning but she had declined, telling him that he would have to figure it out sometime. Alex placed the bacon on the counter and pulled out a frying pan. He recalled Alice talking about how she had made a bacon sandwich before, and that she'd burnt herself when hot oil spat out at her. She also added that that was why she no longer cooked in her underwear. Strange girl. With that he poured a reasonable amount of oil into the pan, placed two slices of thin meat on top and moved away. Nothing happened. Maybe it needed to heat up first. Turning away he made his way back over to the fridge and searched for something else to put with it. He grabbed two eggs and cracked them into a separate frying pan. He then went on to find a tin of beans and sausage in the cupboard and dumped them heavily into the pan.
There was a loud ping, making Alex swear under his breath. He had to be quiet. '1 New Message' His phone read. Yawning, the teen opened the message. 'Remember to keep an eye on the pans. Nicole x.' Alex snapped his head up to see thick black smoke dancing into the air. "Shit shit shit shit shit." He hissed, whipping a tea towel above the pan, but it was too late. An ear splitting beeping noise penetrated his ears just as the sprinklers went off, putting out the fiery bacon and soaking everything in the kitchen, including Alex. His face took on a dead expression as he stared at the living room wall, waiting for his panicked family members to come rushing down.
Alex's parents sped into the living room, closely followed by his younger brother and sister. "What the hell is going on?" His mother gasped, taking in the sight of her drenched sixteen year old and the swiftly filling up pans of food which was now obviously inedible.
Alex smiled sheepishly, moving forward to collect the soggy gifts and held them out to his mum. "Happy mothers day." He laughed, wrapping his dripping arms around her small body. She screamed and laughed, trying to pull away, then gently peeled away the ripping paper. She was happy, so Alex guessed it hadn't gone too badly.