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CHAPTER 1

Something always seems to go wrong in my 

house. From salt on your weetbix instead of 

sugar, to smashing the kitchen window with a 

cricket bat. I have a suspicion that today is 

going to be one of those days. My name is 

Jasmine, and this is basically my story.

Chapter 2

So you know how the fads these days are to be 

skinny, healthy and to exercise daily? Well my 

mum has always slightly over done these types of 

fads. For example, we never eat out anymore. 

Instead, we eat home cooked meals every night. 

With about around a hundred thousand veggies. 

Anyway, I walk slowly into the kitchen, and mum’s 

cooking another one of her nutritional meals. Which 

is today spinach ricotta but trust me mum's ricotta 

is nothing you’ve ever tasted before. For starters 

it’s always burnt to crisp, and it tastes like a dirty 

gym sock. I look to see if it’s burnt yet and 

surprise, surprise it’s burnt.   “Mum what have you 

done to the poor unfortunate ricotta?” I asked.

“It wasn't cooked enough, so I cooked it some 

more” she responded as she raised an eyebrow. 

“Well you’ve succeeded in burning it and for the 

garnish did you decide stale broccoli would add 

that little bit of flavor?” I questioned. I know what 

you’re thinking, yum, yum I would totally love to 

eat some gruesome ricotta with a touch of stale 

broccoli. If you are thinking this, you have very 

queer tastebuds. 

CHAPTER 3

Suddenly, in the middle of our heated discussion, the 

smoke alarm starts discharging out whirls of              

ear-piercing whistles. That’s when I gradually start to 

rotate my head and I see vivid red flames erupting from 

the so called “non-stick frying pan”. “MUM LOOK WHAT 

YOU’VE DONE”! I shrieked. “Honey it’ll be okay, all we 

have to do is cover it with a lid and it’s all good” mum 

stated. But all was not ok.

All you could hear was a deafening whistle, it sounded 

like a kettle that’s ready to boil over. All of my senses 

were going psycho, my sight is getting blinded by 

blaring lights, my hearing, well actually I can’t hear a 

dam thing except for the stupid siren and all I can smell 

is burnt ricotta and smoke! Bam that’s when it hits me, 

a fire truck must be coming, it all makes sense now. 

Sure enough a bright and vibrant fire truck is on the 

exterior of my house. About 10 officers rush to knock at 

our door. I hear a raging pound at the doorway. 

“PLEASE EVACUATE THE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY” he 

roared. We all sprinted out of our house. The fire-

fighters all sprint in. “Where’s the fire?” he asked.                                                                                                       

“In the kitchen” mum replied. The fire-fighter 

exterminated the fire with a microscopic drop of water. 

The fire-fighters walk outside. “Ma’am the fire’s out but 

it’s a federal offense to call an emergency worker to a 

safe region, you’ll have a fine of one thousand dollars 

which is due next Wednesday” the main officer affirmed. 

“But we didn't even signal for your help, the fire alarm 

just went off and you guys came running in like 

maniacs” mum screamed, she really didn't want to pay 

that fine.

“Do you want me to notify police for a warrant for an 

arrest or are you happy paying the fine?” the officer 

asked as he got out his notepad.                                                                                                          

“No it’s fine, it’ll be payed by next week” mum scowled. 

“It better be, or else” he muttered as he started to walk 

out of the house. 

“It better be, or else” he muttered as he started to walk 

out of the house.

 “Honey could you please run down to the shops 

and buy us some breakfast, I’ll give you some 

money for your troubles.” 

“But it’s like 20km away” I muttered. 

“Is that muttering I hear, it just so seems I was 

going to also buy you that new dress you wanted, 

now I’m not so sure” mum said. 

“Fine I’ll go down and walk 20km just to get 

FOOD!”I shouted. 

“Okay, see you in around six hour’s.” 

                  I arrived at the supermarkets after 3 hours 

of dreadfully boring walking. I am basically looking for 

anything nicer then ricotta. I turn my large head around 

and I see a whole entire aisle dedicated to just breakfast 

foods. Anything you can dream of bacon, eggs, cereal, 

yogurt, fruit, toppings and so much more, if I tried to 

list all of it you’d need 5 whole pages. I basically take 

one tiny step into the aisle and I see every flavour of 

yogurt you can possibly think of. But my eyes are 

completely fixed on the passionfruit and mango yogurt. 

Just thinking about it makes my tummy scream of 

hunger. Just when I go to grab the yogurt a complete 

stranger says hello to me. I give you a quick rundown of 

what this person looks like, their female, tall, decent 

looking, blonde haired, slim and has a massive 

birthmark on the side of her neck. 

                   That’s when it hits me this is no ordinary 

person its Sati Perry, yes the   pop-star who has over 

2trillion fans and she wrote the famous song firecracker.  

“Yo” she said. 

“Are you really sati Perry?” I asked. 

“No I’m actually her twin sister Gregory, why does 

everyone think I’m Sati Perry? “ Gregory questioned.

“I didn’t even know you were alive until today and I’m 

Sati’s biggest fan.”

“Sorry to burst your happiness but I’m not Sati, I’m 

Greg.”     

“I can snag you some tickets to her next concert if you 

want, which will include VIP access and front row tickets?”                                                               

“Really can you do that, OMG if you could I’d like you so 

much.”

“Sure when do you want to go?”

“Don’t care, any-day, any time!”

“You’re got yourself a deal.”

“I think I better leave my mother will be wondering 

where I am, but thank you so much. I will forever be in 

debt to you!”

“Ok bye, see you at the concert.”

She smiled as she waved. I walk over to the 

cashier with the passionfruit and mango yogurt. 

“That will be $8.50”the cashier explained. I handed 

over the money. Then I started walking out of the 

shopping centre. I finally reached home 3 hours 

later. “Mum I’m home” I yelled.

“I brought some yogurt for breakfast” I said as I 

walked in.

“That can be for tomorrow, it’s lunch now.”

“Are you serious, it took me three long and 

dreadful hours of walking.”

Fitness my friend, fitness.”

“We are having sandwiches.”

“Burnt to crisp or stale?”I questioned.

“Haha, are you trying to mock me?”

“Just hurry up a make the disaster, whoops I 

mean sandwiches.”

Just like you’d expect,6 in the frying pan was a 

mess. I guess you could say it was pretty 

cheesy. The cheese in the bread had exploded, 

and there was drooping cheese all over the 

roof. “Mum what have you done this time?” 

Mum could seriously burn or destroy anything, 

did you know she once burnt pasta. Honestly I 

didn’t think you could burn pasta.

“Tomorrow we are setting up the party” Mum 

said.

“What party?”

“Your party silly.”

“But it isn’t even my birthday.”

“Do you want a party or not?”

“Well yes, but what is it for?”

“Well then it’s settled, all those people you call 

friends are going to be here as well" As you can 

see my mums a bit crazy.

The next day…..

              I stretched out my arms. This is 

always the first thing I do. I took 5 massive 

strides until I reach my door. Did I mention my 

room is quite large? I walk slowly and carefully 

into the kitchen and that’s when my mum 

almost gave me a heart-attack. Not literally, 

she just practically scared me to death. I walk 

into the kitchen and I see a massive birthday 

cake. “Mum it’s not even my birthday.”

“No-one knows that.”

 I walk out into the living room 

“SURPRISE!” yelled all my friends.

“Happy birthday Jasmine” exclaimed 

Gregory as she handed me a present.

“Open it, I hope you like it!”

“I’m sure I will absolutely love it.”

I carefully tear open the flimsy wrapping 

paper. It’s a stunning and beautiful 

sapphire necklace. “OMG I absolutely love 

it.”

I carefully opened the envelope as well, it had a 

prancing unicorn with a straw hat on. She 

wrote the most beautiful things for example- 

your eyes glisten and shine so bright they even 

make the stars look grey. “Thank you so much, 

I could never such a good friend as you. We 

may not be connected by blood but we most 

definitely are connected by the heart.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Come eat some food from the table” Gregory 

said excitedly. So we walked over to the table 

and that’s when we saw the most scrumptious, 

mouth-watering things that have ever come 

across my eyes. My mum seriously could not 

have made these. “Mum did you make these 

cupcakes?” 

“Haha no you Nonna made them for you, she’s 

Italian, what else do you expect?”

I took 1 bite of those yummy cupcakes and I 

immediately fell in love. I can’t even describe 

what my taste-bugs felt like. “Time for the 

birthday cake” mum announced. Mum brought 

the cake over. That’s when everyone started 

singing “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY 

BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR 

JASMINE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” they 

clapped 13 times oh and one for good luck. 

Mum handed me the sharpest knife she could 

find. I started to cut down and I accidentally hit 

the bottom. 

I hope it doesn’t give me bad luck. I swear I 

could hear a pin drop it was that silent. I 

started to slice up the tasty cake into 15ths and 

handed out all the pieces. Once I finished 

handing them out I grabbed a piece for myself. 

It tasted so nice my Nonna certainly made this. 

I heard everyone licking their lips. Soon after 

the cake was eaten everyone’s parents started 

arriving and taking their children home.  

The last person left was Gregory who had 

another “special” present for me. She handed 

it to me and it was bracelet it was the cutest 

thing ever, it was a partners in crime 

matching bracelets they had hand cuffs and a 

little sign saying partners in crime.”This is so 

amazing, I’m so glad I met you!” Then 

Gregory’s mum came and she had to 

unfortunately leave.

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