The Blonde Boy (#SKPSADcontest

The Blonde Boy

4:27 a.m. The clock read. I sat on my bed waiting for my alarm to go off. Today I'm sixteen. That means I get to start working with mama so I can save up for a car. 4:28 Mama owns a cleaning buisness, It's nothing fancy. Just Mama, Aunt Clarissa, and Noni. And now me. 4:29 less than one minute until I get to start my first work day. BEEP! BEEP! I turned off my alarm before it could wake anyone else up. My new kitten Luna was shaking. "It's ok lulu, it's just my alarm." I grabbed her head and kissed her. "Shoo baby." I said patting her behind. "Go to Noni, she'll feed you. Go on." Luna stretched and ran to Noni's room. As quietly as I could I did my chores. I slipped my long blonde hair into a ponytail. I have to bend down to see into the mirror because I'm so much taller than the rest of my family. I adjusted my blue uniform and went downstairs to make breakfast.

"Happy birthday my little Em." I heard Noni say from the stairs. "Thank you Noni." I set down the plates I had been putting out and went to help her down the last step. She kissed my head as Luna ran under our feet. "I'll go make sure Mama's up." I whispered to Noni as to not wake the little ones. She nodded to me and picked up the plates to finish the job I had started.

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As we pulled up the long drive way Mama listed off the rules. "No using the cell phone while cleaning. No eating their food. No re-organizing things without them asking for you to help, and try not to break anything. Yes?"

"Yes ma'am." Clarissa just looked at me and rolled her eyes. She doesn't like it when anyone else but her is in charge. Clarissa is only ten years older than me. She was a surprise. Noni and Papa got an early start to their family. They were married when Noni was eighteen, and got pregnant right away. First their was Mama, then uncle Eugine, Uncle Greg, and Clarissa.

As we approached the door I realized just how big this house was. Our small house has five bed rooms. One for Mama and Pop, one for Noni, one for me, one for Eugine, and one his little ones Joey, Beth, and Sandy. He was married, but then she left him for some guy from work.

Cleaning is much harder than I thought. Since I'm the youngest I get the hardest jobs. Cleaning the high ceilings, deep cleaning carpets and kitchen floors. After a while this magnificent house, no mansion, began to feel more like a labyrinth of dirt that never ended. Just as soon as something was finished something else was there for me to do. After we finished the lower levels we all took the hike up the staircases to the bedrooms. Each door was probably seven feet tall. The ceilings even higher. As I approached the first door I could smell something sweet from inside.
"Em that room is the master bedroom. Only Noni and I clean in there." Mama said. Clarissa took the bathroom, which left me the last bedroom. I held my breathe as I knocked on the door. It opened to reveal a tall handsome boy, about seventeen. "Yes?" He looked upset. "I'm here to clean."
He looked at me like I was an idiot. "Ok," he moved out of the doorway to let me in. He went back to playing a first person shooter on his massive T.V. His room was nothing like any of the rooms I've been in before. It was the size of our main room, kitchen and bathroom combined. The walls were a deep shade of blue. His bed had a sports themed pattern on the comforter. His walls were lined with pictures of him at amazing places, awards and several copies of signed Michael Jackson records. So they really are just that rich. As I set down my bucket and began making his bed something fell off the comforter and shattered. I dropped the covers and he turned around a horrified look on his face. "Did you break it?"
I walked over and picked it up.
The back said: Me and mom at the lake.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't..."
Tears began to fill my eyes. I can't believe it! I broke one of Mama's only rules, and one of this kids most precious pictures.
"It's fine. It's just the frame. You don't have to be so dramatic and girly. Oh no I've failed at life!" He said mockingly. "A lot worse things can happen."
He turned around a wiped an obvious tear away from his eye. I don't know what's up with this kid, but I don't like him.
I finished the rest of his room as quickly as I could. All the while he sat on his couch, on occasion yelling something at the screen.