THE EVIL CAN OF COCA-COLA

It was a ordinary morning, the day when a small can of Coca-Cola caused a fight.
(which to be honest, I still don't understand why.) What a tragic day it was.
Well, it all started out like this:
I live in a 5 bedroom, 1 bathroom, small, pink house, in the middle of a big city.
My mother owns a business that operates at home. She is a witch. It's a pretty "busy" business,
so she hired an employee. Me.
My name is Sara, and I'm good at what I do, so I work almost 8 hours a day. Anyway, my mother likes Coca-cola... like, ALOT.
So she brings one home everyday. She keeps it with her at all times, and it's basically the only thing she'll drink after a busy day "at work". One day, she put it in the refrigerator. My brother, David, (who is 20, but still lives in the couch), just happened to be in the kitchen, and thirsty.
He was tired of the tap water from the sink. So he opened the fridge. He saw the can of Coca-cola in there, (and without knowing it was mum's) drank it. He left the empty can in the refrigerator, and that's when it all started. Then later that day, my mother saw the empty can in the refrigerator and it all ended in a bloodbath...
...To BE CONTINUED...