"Rose! Can you pass the vacuum in your room?" yells my mom from across the house.
"Yeah!" I yell back at her. "Whatever," I mutter to myself.
I put my earphones on, turn the volume as high as I can, and start vacuuming.
I've done a lot of chores today. We have cleaned the entire house. Tomorrow, it's Rosh Hashana; the Jewish new year. I'm going to miss school tomorrow and the day after. I should be happy, but all I can think about is how I'm not gonna see Oliver for the next two days.
Mom wants the house to be absolutely perfect. So, while she cooks tonight's meal, dad and I clean the whole house.
I keep on working and working and mom keeps on asking me to do even more things. She never thanks me or tells me to take a break, yet I keep on working without complaining.
When there are days like that and all I do is chores and cleaning, I have this weird thing. I decide, at the beginning of the day, for whom I should work. I ask myself who is worth all my work. Usually, it's a cousin, an aunt, and sometimes a friend, but today, the only person I can think of is Oliver.
So I work, clean and obey endlessly all day, and all of that for Oliver.
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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.
