Sight Of Love

Pilot

*Hawkins Indiana, 2011*

I wipe the fogged mirror in front of me, oh Jesus, do I look great? I mess with my hair a bit before exiting the bathroom. I knock on the boys door before opening it up, "7:15 Monkeys." I say. I hit onto Philips bunk bed, "C'mon." I alarm. I exit their room before picking up some dirty laundry on the fucking floor & throwing it onto a table with other clothes. Jesus Christ, boys I tell ya as I think to myself before stepping on a squeaky toy. I sigh and knock onto Debbie and Liam's door. I open it up as well as I see Debbie all dressed as she messes around with Liam that's in his crib which is all ready for the day too. "7:15" I remind Debs. "Oh no." Liam says, "Oh no, I fell down." Debs says in a soft tone before Liam starts giggling. I walk through the hallway, slipping on my stripped long sleeve shirt so I don't walk around the house with my tits showing through my white tank top. I open a nearby closet in the hallway and look through the mirror on the door, good enough. I close it behind me, "First to shower, you got it yesterday!" I hear Ian say. Knowing today they'll be fighting over that fucking bathroom again. I hear a door slam shut behind me, "Fuck!" Philip says, slamming his hands on the door as it's closed shut.

I open up the fridge, grabbing some milk. I shut the fridge door and scan the calendar in front of me. December 15th, Electric Due! The sticky note says. "Shit." I mumble to myself. I put the milk onto the edge of the diner table which is surrounded by gobbling children eating cereal. I walk over to the board and unpin a piece of paper as well as grabbing a Power Bar box. I put those together onto the middle of the diner table, I grab my pocket money, "Electric." I say, reminding them it's the time. "Yeah." Philip says, grabbing the milk I set down, he then hands it to me as it's almost gone. "Coming through!" Ian yells with Carl on his back. I move out of the way, quickly walking over to the sink to fill the carton up and shake it. Fresh and new, I shrug to myself. "Electric." Philip begins, taking money out of his pocket and throwing it into the box. Philip moves it over to Ian and he repeats the same thing. He hands it over to Carl, and Carl repeats. Debbie begins to do the same. "No, you got a happy meal in front of that shirt." I point out, the disgusting stains being recognizable. I walk over to Carl. "Oh uhm-- field trip, I need dads signature." Ian hands the paper over to Debbie. "Okay." Debs says kindly. "Arms up!" I say, taking off Carl's shirt and flipping it inside out and putting it back on him.

Debbie writes the signature on the paper as I walk back around the table to gesture Liam to eat more of his food. "Wow Debs that's getting really good." Philip chuckles as he watched Debs write down Franks signature. "Who's got the phone?" I ask, hearing the interrupting ring. "Oh uh-- got it." Philip replies, grabbing his phone behind from his pocket. I go over to the laundry machine to stuff in the left out clothes from the floor. "How many minutes left?" I ask more, "Uhh.. 14." He replies. He throws the flip phone over to me as I'm one knee'd down in front of the laundry machine. I catch it. I spin over and close the laundry machine door behind me before twisting it on.

"Hey I need something for show and tell." Debs continues. "How much we short?" I ask, grabbing the cereal box that was used. "$18.30" Debs replies. "Uhm I'm tutoring after school. Should be able to get 10 more." Philip says. The laundry machine starts rumbling and mumbling. Shit, this old ass machine. I grab a chair and began jamming it to the laundry machines door. This fucking thing is being stubborn. "Wait, Did carl put in any?" Ian asks. "Hm..?" Philip mumbles. "Your almost 9, your gonna have to start pulling your weight." Debs points out. I finally get this laundry shit to work again, the chair helping the laundry machine out as its set in front of the machine so the clothes don't fucking spill out. "That's right and get a real job; not just dipping into the collection plate at St. Tim's." Philip tips, chewing on his cereal.