Meet Ben

I woke up early to snow flakes on my window. It was one of those days where it was so cold you wanted to curl up in a blanket. I wished I could do that but school awaits. I rushed to put my clothes on, brush my teeth, and rush out the door with my jacket half on.

Today wasn’t just any other day. My science fair team was counting on me and I had the baking soda. As I ran to the corner I could clearly see the bus retracting its door.

I waved my hands so they would see me. Thankfully Mr. Cranberry has a good eye and let me on. Sarah, the team leader, came up to me. Where's the Baking Soda? I pulled it out of my book bag and happily gave it to her. “Oh my gosh…”Sarah said. “This is baking powder!”

I glanced at the label. Rats. "Baking Powder", clear as day in bright-red block letters. Sarah groaned. "We can't make the cake with this!" "Yes we can," I said, silently thanking my home ec teacher, "three to one ratio; we just use three times as much!" "You better be right."

As it turned out, I was not right. My creation souffléd and grew until it broke my oven, spilled onto the floor and, eventually, took over my whole kitchen. It’s so big, I have named it. His name is Ben, and he’s my new roommate.