• “Ella is my sister, and I am going to cook for her birthday party!” I yelled at Iggy.

    “I don’t think anyone wants to eat the disgusting crap you make.” He snapped back.

    “Can I just cook for the party?” My mom asked innocently.

    “No!” We both yelled, and went back to fighting.

    “Hey Iggy? Can you help me with wrapping presents?” Nudge called from upstairs.

    “Fine.” Iggy glared his blind eyes at me. “You stay right here or you’re dead.”

    When he was out of sight, I walked into the kitchen. It was just cookies, how hard could they be?

    I wracked my brain for what was first. Flour! I grabbed a bowl and poured it in. The next ingredient that my mom always used was vanilla.

    I grabbed the first thing in the cupboard that started with a ‘v’. I pored the browninsh liquid into the bowl, when the smell got to me. That wasn’t vanilla…

    It was vinegar. Aw, well. No one would notice.

    I added the real vanilla and stirred it up, also adding water. The next thing would be eggs.

    The eggs turned out great, for once. When I was done frying them I chopped ‘em up and threw them up with the rest of it.

    Ha! I was going great so far.

    I didn’t bother to read what it was, but I took a jar of white stuff that was next to a jar of grayish black stuff. I shook it violently over the bowl.

    I put them in the oven and waited.

    ***

    Everyone was huddled up around the table. Iggy was grumbling angrily on the fact I got to cook.

    I brought the bowl in, the smell wafting around the room. Fang gagged, and I glared at him.

    “Uh, Max? This tastes like vinegar.” Nudge said.

    “And I bit into a chunk of salt.” Gazzy whined.

    “Is this fried egg?” Ella asked.

    Whoops. Maybe this wasn’t my best idea.