Matt

Chapter 21- The Diary

It is now Saturday, and all thoughts regarding that stupid fundraiser are now ancient memories that will forever be buried as deep inside my subconscious as possible. I will forever wonder what could have been had I had the brains to keep my mouth shut. Now, thanks to my idea, we have more than enough money to fund the trip, which means that now it was definitely going to happen.

I could barely believe it, but in less than a week, the whole club was going to be trudging away all over a city looking for things I knew we weren't going to find just so that we could shove it in the face of some old guy whose only crime was being the symbol of everything Serena and the FSC stood against.

Anyway, none of that was terribly important as of right now, since at this very moment I had other things to worry about. Right now, I was in the kitchen. Why? Well, I was tasked with the responsibility of cleaning it from top to bottom, with the condition that it would be "spotless" when I was done.

This was my punishment for lying to John, or at least part of it. For most of the day, I would be forced to clean anything and everything that bastard saw fit. That was okay, though, because I wasn't the only one. For once, Serena was forced to do some cleaning around the house as well. Right at this very moment, she was washing the bathroom. It filled my soul with a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing that she was up there scrubbing her life away.

I was currently undergoing the task of scrubbing the kitchen floor. I personally would have preferred to use a mop, but John insisted on me getting on my hands and knees, saying that "a mop would make things too easy on you." I grimaced a bit as I scrubbed the hell out of a stain on the floor that refused to come out. I was incredibly bored with this task and wish nothing more than to be done with all of it.

It was then that Serena entered the kitchen, carrying a bucket. She was wearing a light green flowery bandana on her head, which I had to admit looked really cute on her. I wanted to laugh at her a bit since seeing her actually working was a real treat, but I held it back when I noticed the sour look on her face.

"Stupid Matt!" she said as she walked up to the kitchen sink.

What are you mad at me for? What did I do?

"I can't believe you knew my parents were there, and you didn't say anything."

"Hey, what could I do?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders. "What would you have done if I had told you? Cancel the event? It was way too late to do that. I knew if I had told you, you would've been embarrassed, and the show wouldn't have been nearly as good."

Serena didn't respond. Instead, she went and dumped the bucket full of dirty, brown water down the sink. Some of it splashed onto the counter and floor, which annoyed the hell out of me since I just cleaned those areas.

"Did you really have to do that?" I asked in an irritated tone. "Couldn't you have dumped that down the shower drain?"

"What? I'm not doing that! I just cleaned it!"

Oh, so it's okay then to make me clean everything all over again just because you didn't want to do it up there? Thanks.

"Whatever," responded Serena as she started to fill the bucket with fresh, clean water. "We're only doing this because my parents found out about that stupid tournament. You have no idea how embarrassed I am right now."

"Hey, at least they enjoyed themselves watching it, and they paid for the tickets, too."

She looked at me in exasperation. "And that's supposed to make me feel better? How would you feel if you knew your family were there?"

I'd probably want to die.

"Exactly!" Shouted Serena as she shut the water off. She then picked the bucket up and marched out of the room, spilling a bit more water on the floor. Sigh, can't you have a little consideration?!