My aunt Hannah makes a living cleaning houses. She had asked me a few weeks ago if I wanted to start making my own money by helping her. I agreed. I picked this house she worked she worked at on Monday and Friday.
Today was Friday. She was going to pick me up from school and drive us over there. I sat outside on the bench looking for her car. She rolled down the window, "Hi, Josie." My name is Josephine, but everyone calls me Josie. It's a name that makes me seem like I should have dark hair, but it's a dusty brown color.
We got over to the house. It was medium sized, no upstairs. No one was home. She told me in the car that I am to do the vacuuming, wash the floors, clean the mirrors, and pick up the kids' rooms. She would do the bathrooms, the kitchen and the laundry. I was grateful for not being assigned the bathrooms. I brought gloves but I was hoping I wouldn't have to use them.
I checked the clock. It was 2:45. We would work until 4:30 and then go to her house for dinner.
It was actually pretty easy. I got everything done except for the kids rooms, so I dragged the vacuum back there and got to work picking up their rooms. There were two girls and a boy, from what I could tell. The oldest girl's room was pretty neat, but there were some clothes on the floor. The youngest girl's room had a lot of toys that I'm hoping all belonged in the basket where I put them.
The boy's room, however, had bigger problems. There were chip bags, candy wrappers, empty bottles, dirty socks, and crumpled papers amongst other things everywhere. He had to be around 15. I was in there for a while. I hope she didn't just clean this last week.
There were several posters tacked to the wall. One was an ocean scene, and another one was a print-off of the cover of Christian's EP. That's kind of weird...I figured mostly girls listened to his music.
I also noticed a ukelele, a guitar, and a banjo in various parts of the room. There was also a pretty cool record player in the corner. The records were all over. As I stacked them, I couldn't help but see what they were. I am such a snoop, but my curiousity got the best of me. He had Bon Iver, the xx, James Bay, twenty one pilots, and lots more...good taste. Actually, these were really good. Maybe I could just put one in to see what it sounds like.
I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Oh, that must be Hannah. We've gotta be closer to 4:30 than I thought we were.
The knob turned, and the door opened. "I'm almost done, I've just gotta-"
I saw a flash of framiliar blonde hair. It was not Hannah.
"What're you doing in my room?" he smirked.
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I am writing this instead of sleeping. :'D He actually does have a record player, those instruments, and that stuff tacked to his wall. I'm trying to stay true to his character. Have a great day, luvies
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