Shelby

15 years and 11.7 months

The sun rose and everything fell. Well, just everything in the kitchen. This is the twentieth time Alex has probably slammed the microwave door now. “Please stop putting things in my microwave now, you said all you wanted to do was make nachos and now i’m not really sure what you’re doing.” It’s now six in the morning, and they’ve been up all night which is typical. “Winston, you don’t understand, this is for science. It is all for science” Alex told Winston, as he began mixing some battery liquid in a green bowl. Winston slid another nacho into his mouth watching, and began to say while chewing “You’re only doing this because your mom doesn’t let you have marshmallows anymore because you and the dog would alwa-” Winston stopped speaking after he realized there was gray smoke filling the room, coming from the microwave.
“Alex, turn off the damn microwave!” Winston demanded, while grabbing magazines to wave the smoke from the detector,
“Don’t yell at me, just give it a few more seconds” he responded, which seemed not to be the right response, due to Winstons abrupt stop to waving the magazines, to just turn around, slap Alex with the magazines then press the open button on the microwave.
“Or said please.” Alex said, sounding agitated.
As soon as the words left his mouth the smoke alarm went off and Winston threw the magazines across the room.
“I’m going to bed” shouted Winston, as he walked off away from the sound of the alarm
“Winston wait, how do I shut this off!”
“I don’t know, you might wanna figure that out.”
Alex stood aside the table, watching Winston walk up the stairs while the alarm went off.
“What if your mom wakes up?” Alex tried to shout over the alarm, getting no response. “Winston? Please help me."
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The alarm clock buzzing reminded Winston of the smoke alarm from last night. His first idea was to throw a pillow at it but he knew it wouldn't help. Not to mention it was covered in Alex's drool. He already seemed to be awake though, laying sprawled on the floor eating potato chips and play a video game. “Turn off the alarm, you're already up.” Winston said to Alex
“And you need to get up.”
They were the most irritable set of friends you could find in all honesty, but they always told people two idiots make a perfect pair.
Winston sat up, looking around the room to gaze upon an empty jar sitting on the floor.
“Alex, where did that jar come from” he said casually.
“The basement” was the response he got. Alex picked up the jar and tossed it to Winston, and as he caught it he dropped it onto the ground in disgust, as his hands were covered in a slimy liquid.
“What the hell,” Winston said frustrated “Alex whats in this jar!”
Alex looks up to Winston as he casually said “Nothing, he got out.”
Which brought Alex to his second time of walking away, he opened up the door to hear beeping, wondering why the alarm clock started again. He then realized it was the smoke alarm, still going off from the night before. He sighed and closed the door while in his bedroom. “Oh, your mom couldn't figure out how to shut it off, so she left.” Alex said.
Winston realized he never had a worry in the world. Which frankly irritated him. He was then determined to shut off the irritable alarm, opening his door quickly, he then slammed it shut. Hearing another loud noise. Looking down the steps, he saw each photo frame on the ground. Smashed. That was it. Winston gave up.
That is the story of the grounding to last a summer. Burnt marshmallow fluff, an irritable alarm, and the slugs that somehow ended up in the marshmallow fluff.