“Allison!”
I heard Emily and Chandra yell at the same time.
“How
stupid can you be?” Claire shouted
as I started running through the hallway.
I started smelling something smoking. As I turned the corner I saw everyone crowded in panic. Then everyone started staring at
me. Why does everyone always have
to blame me for everything?
On
the day of parent/teacher conferences, Mrs. Morrow had Emily, Claire, and their
friends come over to their house for a healthy eating challenge. We had to find a recipe for a healthy
meal, get the supplies, and make it on time for supper that night. So once we got there, we all looked
through cookbooks and online websites to find the recipes we wanted to
make. We chose strawberries with
dark chocolate, a fruit rainbow, and meat and vegetable kabobs. We made our list and headed for the
grocery store, all of us on bikes.
After a flat tire and almost loosing the checkbook, we made our way back
to the Morrow house.
We
all had our jobs for different things: the older girls cut the vegetables and
fruits in pieces, and the younger girls were in charge of putting the things we
cut in the fridge. We all made most
of the entrees together, except the older girls got to make the kabobs on the
grill. Everyone started acting
chaotic and out of control.
“Can
you bring us a plate?” Emily and I hollered at Chandra from the porch. She brought us this Christmas plate
that was big enough to hold all of the kabobs. Rushed, I put the plate in the oven to keep them warmed
because we had a little more time than we thought.
With
the free time I had, I decided to work on our speech in the office. I had the headphones on, and I was
talking into the microphone. As I
was listening to the recording of myself, Emily, Chandra, and Claire started
hollering at me. I sped through the
hallway into the kitchen, finding everyone crowded in a circle around the
oven.
“Why
did you put a plastic plate in the oven?” questioned Claire. I completely forgot that Chandra had
given me the plastic Christmas plate.
In panic, Emily grabbed oven rack with dripping plate all over it. As she was putting it in the sink, a
piece of the plastic got stuck to her finger, so she yelped in pain. After she finally got the plastic off her,
we looked in the oven and realized for some odd reason that there was tinfoil
in the bottom of it. If the
tinfoil hadn’t been there, it would have taken us hours to peel all of the
plastic from the oven.
After
that chaotic mess, we tried to have a nonchalant supper, as we waited for
Emily’s parents to come home. We tried
to make Claire eat grapes, because she doesn’t like fruit. In that process Emily ended up throwing
a grape at Claire’s face. Almost
in slow motion, the grape hit Claire in her eye, making her eye start watering
from the impact of the grape.
“Claire!
Are you crying?” Emily asked confused.
“No,
this eye got hit by a grape, and this eye’s just mad at you!” Claire exclaimed
while laughing. After we ate and
cleaned up our mess, we waited for Emily’s parents to come home for their
supper.
Even
though we had a few problems that day, we ended up having a great time. We learned that every problem, no
matter how crazy it is, always has some kind of solution.
