The Summer I Turned Eleven

On a cloudy, gloomy summer afternoon,
a girl, who was ten, turned eleven.
She celebrated her birthday with her closest friends
jamming out to the Backstreet Boys,
Hillary Duff, and of course Britney Spears,
munching on Flavor-Ice popsicles,
being rambunctous like eleven year olds do.
Running around the basement, then the house,
tearing it to shreds with their various shenanigans..
The mother, decided they would make chocolate
in pretty colors with various shapes,
a fairly safe activity, you would think.

You can't put twisty ties in the microwave
everyone knows that, except for the birthday girl.
Sizzle! Crackle! Spark! Hiss! SCREAAMMM!
Girls run away like the microwave is going to attack.
The birthday girls hides behind the couch,
hoping the monster doesn't get her,
while everyone runs outside in the rain.
But one friend remains oblivious to the situatuon
until she looks up, not once, but twice,
does a couple double takes,
and realizes there's...fire? FIRE?!
Soon the house is empty
except for the mother
who turns the microwave off.
There's no monster to run away from anymore.