Spaghetti

One day my brother got me from my after school program and the car was smoking. I asked him what was wrong and he said he didn't know. So I got in the car and we drove off. He being just 16 years old thought that he would just try to get home as fast as he could and to roll down the windows to help filter out the smoke. Every second the smoke was getting more intense when we finally got to the house. He locked the doors and ran inside to tell my mom. When he got there he told her that the car was smoking. My mom in turn asked him where I was. Without saying a word they both sprinted out to the car. They unlocked the door and got me out. I was completely covered in soot and smoke. They took me up stairs and I took a bath. While I was cleaning off they called the fire department. They said that the spare battery in the trunk hit the metal part of the roof of the trunk and ignited a fire in the back seat. That night my family had spaghetti and meatballs. It tasted like soot and ever since I have hated it.