The news of new neighbors coming, spread as fast as the burning fire that was destroying your neighbors new home. The fire crackled and popped as you dodged the flames that licked at your adrenaline filled body, carrying a dog by its torso.
Your current manic appearance completely contrasts your unmotivated lethargic state of anxiety earlier this morning. Your mom had called you recently and you mentioned to her casually about your new neighbors. She then began urge you to "socialize". Without being able to give an excuse, as usual, you hunged up and began to plan on how to welcome your new neighbor. A pie was a thing you give to welcome someone to the neighborhood, right? So a pie it was you decided to make. How though? You don't know, but that's not gonna stop you. Like this was like, at this point, a dare you have to do just because. So you started: flour, egg, something?... baking soda? sugar? T-that's what you use right? Some... other stuff... You mix them together and... Oh... Oh,Wait. No Stop!...urmph! -can Fix-x - ah! No. Shi- gah! W-water! W-what do- No! Aaahhh! Fuc-!! BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA!!! WHO THE HECK SUGGESTED PIE- OR COOKING?!!! NO!!! AAaahhH! - in total complete panic you flung the flaming burning piece of...thing, through the window, leaving a trail of black smoke right to your neighbor's new home who were just moving in, completely ignorant of all the noises coming from your home. And you watched, with growing horror, as the flames crawled on your neighbors wall, creeping closer to a electrical wire. You watched it explode,you watched as your neighbors panic and run outside, you watched their house burn with the ever growing flames as it slowly but surely consumed their home, you watched as their dog stared at you with unimpressed eyes from their side window at the chaos that you had created. And with a bark, you impressively leaped out your window, duck and rolled and lunged into the burning house. Despite the anxiety about meeting the neighbors and probably being the cause of this madness, you are not going to live a dog to burn to death. And out you came out, dog in arm and shaky legs from not ever moving like that ever, you trudge to your neighbors. You hand them the dog- that still was judging you with its beady eyes- with exhaustion now fogging your mind, you introduced yourself.
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