Chapter 2

My body moulded into the mattress and refused to move as my alarm blared beside me. Somehow, I garnered enough strength to hit it as hard as I could, silencing it quickly. 

I sat up slowly, pulling on my wild hair. 

It's been three months already since my breakup with Lucas. I decided to move out of my previous apartment because I had so many memories of him there. It was always painful to come back home and look at the cushion or the bed and remember the memories we made of them. 

After Lucas left me the day we argued, he went straight ahead and proposed to his side chick. Turned out, she was actually four months pregnant with his child. 

It still baffled me why he would propose to me when he knew that he never did love me. 

Men are such deceivers. 

Anyway, I did attend his marriage and I made sure I announced to the congregation and his bitch of a wife, that her husband was a cheater and a prevaricator. 

I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen with the hope of preparing something to eat. I brought out some flour, egg, milk, sugar, and every other ingredient I would need to make pancakes from the kitchen cabinet. 

After Lucas told me that the only thing I could cook was burnt bread — which, for your information, was a fatal blow to my feminine pride — I decided to practice making simple dishes every day. 

Three months seems like a long time for me to have improved right? Sorry to disappoint you, I'm way worse than that. 

Not like it's my fault. I do follow the procedures as it's written in the cooking book I bought at one of the local bookshops but, it seems there's already a meeting by the King in the Food World not to have a peace treaty with me, given the fact that I always mess up. 

I hope today turns out well. It's just pancakes anyway; how hard can it be? 

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“Hey, Drew, Mason, the lady is cooking again," Calvin shouted out to his brothers. He stood by the entrance of the kitchen, watching as Amanda made a mess of mixing up the ingredients. 

“What!" Drew and Mason chorus in unison as they glide immediately to where Calvin was standing. 

‘What do you think she's making this time?“ Calvin asked his two brothers beside him. 

"I bet it's another concoction,“ Mason facepalmed. 

"I think she's trying to make pancakes," Drew stated as he glided forward to stand directly behind Amanda to get a glimpse of what she was mixing in the bowl. 

“Are you serious?“ Calvin laughed “Why would she be using baking soda instead of baking powder to make pancakes?" He asked as he pointed to the bottle on the kitchen counter that had baking soda boldly written on it. 

“You've got to be kidding me“ Drew muttered 

“She just murdered the act of making pancakes,” Mason whispered in shock. 

Amanda was oblivious to the discussion going on behind her back. Drew, Mason, and Calvin were brothers and were stuck between the world of the living and that of the dead due to an experiment that went wrong. 

They couldn't remember much of what happened after they woke up from the aftershock of it. All they knew was that their body was nowhere to be found and nobody could see them. They were able to pass through objects and float in the air. 

They had become ghosts! 

Though their predicament came with gifts that proved beneficial to society, no one could see them. They were bored and their life as ghosts had been terrible for them as they couldn't communicate with anyone. 

The apartment that Amanda was living in was occupied by them before the incident. That was the only vital information they could remember — and the fact that they were professional chefs. 

Amanda moving into their apartment had been like a breath of fresh air to them. She had brought laughter into their lives, unknowingly to her. Her constant catastrophes in the kitchen have become like a comedy show that they look forward to every day. 

The sound of Amanda's phone ringing from the bedroom made them stop their discussion. They watched as she dropped the bowl which contained the poison called batter and ran to the room to answer her call.

“Que suggerez-vous que nous fassions avec cela? (What do you suggest we do with this?)" Calvin asked as he poked around the contents of the bowl.

‘Il n'y a pas de remede a cela– Je ne sais meme pas comment l'appeler (There's no remedy to this– I don't even know what to call it)" Drew stated as he gestured towards the bowl that sat in the kitchen counter. 

"The eggs are nowhere to be found in the middle of it all There's too much water — the milk — It's expired! Can you imagine? Expire!" he shouted.

“How can one person be a combination of different climate zones?“ Mason laughed. 

"You mean to say a volcano and a tsunami occurring in one place?“ Calvin asked, raising his eyebrows. 

The three of them stood before the batter disaster which Amanda had created and watched as it produced bubbles and rose due to the acidic texture of the buttermilk, and then it deflated. 

Obviously, she put in more than the recommended amount of baking soda. 

“C'est une catastrophe! Why does she even use the book when she doesn't follow the instructions written on it?" Drew asked his brothers. 

Calvin shrugged his shoulders. “That's the least of my worries. I'm just enjoying the entertainment," he laughed. 

“Evidemment!“ They all chorused as they burst into laughter.