[This idea was given from a prompt from http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts. I am doing pizza instead of burgers. It is not a real-life story of mine, but I will tell it in first-person POV. The narrating character is one of my characters named Penelope. As an author’s note before reading the story, Penelope is the modern name she goes by. Her real name was Prodigy, but as she can’t use that name anymore, she decided to go with Penelope, or Penny for short. Those two names don’t describe her in the least bit, as they are cute-sounding names, and her youthful appearance set aside, she’s anything but cute. She takes the role of the leader of the group (to which they are referred to as her “party”, and I can elaborate on why if you are interested), but she’s become quite lazy and sloppy. She also swears a …show more content…
The turkey was a total disaster, and everything else fell apart along with it. For starters, I had no idea on how to bake a turkey, but being old over-confident and boisterous me, I refused to take anyone’s help on how to do so. “I’d figure it out eventually, how difficult could this possibly be?” Yeah, I actually said this to myself all week. “I don’t need help, I’ll just wing it,” I told my party the week before, and while it earned me a few laughs from them at that time, it’d also earn me a lot more scowls later. The first thing I did wrong with the turkey was waiting until an hour before the festivities would commence, not comprehending how long it would take to prepare the hunk of holiday meat. It was just a stupid bird, how long was it supposed to thaw and cook? Apparently, after doing last-minute research, it was supposed to take 24 hours for it to thaw for every 4-5 pounds it weighed. And the sucker I got weighed around 20 pounds. I was supposed to have the turkey out thawing for four-to-five days, but stupid old Penelope figured it would be something that she could just