When I was 15, for a lot of different reasons I ended up living with my grandparents in a little town 2 hours from the city where my mom was living. Almost at the same time that I arrived there, my grandfather became very ill. He and grandma had to move to the city with my mom. Basically I exchanged my room in my mom's house for my grandparent's house for six months.

I've been always very good to be nice behaving in front of my family but not that much when they are not paying attention (hypocrite may be the word). My parents and my grandparents were very confident in my, they were sure that I could take care of the house by myself, it was maybe true but I was also a dickhead.

In the first week alone my objective was to open the locked cabinet that was in my granpa's room. I knew for sure that there was booze inside it and maybe I would find some more interesting stuff. After a day trying all the keys that I could find in the house, the doors to alcohol, a gun and gold and silver coins were finally open.

A weekend one of my cousin, that was the same age than me, came over to spend the weekend with me. I showed him the cabinet, we finished the bottles of alcohol and played a little bit with the gun. I din't show him the coins, that was just for me hahaha. We were going out of the house to smoke, every time we were putting out the cigarette using the fire extinguisher of the house (If you haven't done it, is actually fun).

Next Monday after school I was still feeling bad in my belly from drinking and smoking too much. I was not very good for cooking, my menu was based in sandwiches but that day I was not feeling like that. I had some cup noodles, the kind that just need to put water, 3 minutes in the microwave and are ready.

I left the noodles in the microwave and went to do my daily shores in the house, that was basically water the plants and feed the dog. When I was coming back into the house I sensed an odd smell, I approached the kitchen and saw a lot of black and thick smoke coming out of the door, the microwave was on fire!!!. I ran out for the extinguisher and damn it was empty because of using it to much with the cigarettes.

I ended up pouring a bucket of water in the microwave while it was still running which someone told me after that was not the brightest idea. After thinking what was just happened I realised that I forgot to put water in the noodle's cup and that was what caused the fire.

I was scared that my family will notice that I'd been playing with stuff around the house of my grandparents, that someone would ask: Why the extinguisher didn't work? Buuuuut, nobody gave a shit, everybody was more into making fun of me for not being able to cook a noodle soup. I became the person that burns the noodles...