Hey guys, sorry again for the long wait, but here you go! I didn't get any applications for the book cover competition, so I'm going to take it down. NOTE: THERE IS NO MORE COVER COMPETITION! However, it is my birthday today, so this chapter is my gift to you!
Forty five minutes later, I walk out of the amazingly still open Wal-Mart with a full cart and an empty pocket. As I head home, I add a mental note to a long list of mental notes; get a car. It is rather tiresome to walk around every where, and lugging all of my stuff isn't easy. So, when I finally get home, I drop my hindrances on the floor and collapse on the couch, where I sit and rest for a little while. When I get back up, I unpack my groceries. "One vacuum cleaner, check. One package of kitchen towels, check. Posters and tape, check. One bottle of sink cleaner, check. One bottle of toilet bowl cleaner, check. One toilet brush, check." Placing the items out in front of me, I smile, pleased with myself. Okay, time to tackle the bathroom.
I grab the cleaners, brush, and package of towels, and head into the bathroom. Spraying the sink and toilet with their respective cleaners, I get to work scrubbing off many layers of grime, wrinkling my nose at the disgusting sight. I wash each surface three times, just to make sure it's sufficiently cleaned off, then I move on. By the time I'm satisfied with my work, I could swear that you could eat out of the bathtub and the whole place sparkled like tiny stars....well, maybe not that far, but you get my point. With a sigh, I toss my used rags into the hamper and turn to the main living area.
I start by picking up all of the clothing that is scattered about and piling it up in my hamper with the rags. Then, I tear the vacuum cleaner out of it's obnoxiously secure casing and plug it into one of my few outlets. Glancing at the clock, my eyes nearly bug out of my head when I see that it's already Thursday afternoon. Trying to hurry up, I switch the vacuum on, and let it do it's job as I run it over the carpet again and again. I am amazed at how much better the carpet looks when it isn't flattened with dirt. It's a little fuzzier, too.
Next, I grab another rag and start to wipe off the dust from the TV set, table, and dresser. When I'm done, the room looks surprisingly good. I pull the sheets off of the bed and put them into the hamper as well. Taking said hamper to the basement, I load the public washer up and turn it on, setting the dial to 'normal'. As the machine whirs to life, I sit in a small plastic chair beside the rumbling box and wait, my legs bouncing excitedly as I think about my upcoming.......movie night with Raven. The timer buzzes, and I jump, startled. Switching the load, I sit back down to wait.
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The sun is starting to sink when I head down the street away from the house. I spent nearly twenty minutes trying to figure out what to wear, and I finally settled on a dark gray Pink Floyd shirt with their signature prismed rainbow, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a light hoodie. Reaching Raven's house, I stand across the street from it, feeling foolish. Water from my recent shower drips between my shoulder blades, and I shiver at the silken touch. I shouldn't have come ..... what will he think? Did I get here too early?
Finally, I tell myself to "man up" as humans say, and I walk across the street, and before I loose my nerve, hit the doorbell. I must have counted to infinity seventeen times before I heard footsteps on the floor of the house, and Raven's muffled, but distinct voice.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" The door flies open, and there Raven stands, his hair slightly ruffled, in black jeans and a light blue shirt. He wore no socks, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from looking at him too long. Great... only serial killers don't look you in the eyes....get a grip! I look at him full on and smile brightly.
"Hi, I think that this is the right place, right Raven?" He grins, opening the door wider and inviting me in with a gesture.
"Good to see you, Bryce. How are you? Go ahead and leave your shoes by that coat rack, and we can get started on this movie night! Oh, and I ordered pizza just a few minutes ago, so it should be coming pretty soon." I smile, and step into the front hall of Raven's house. I made it!
IMPORTANT PLEASE READ!!!!!!:
One last thing; The next part is Chapter two. Please tell me via the comments on if you think I should do chapter two in Raven's perspective, or in 'Bryce's. Thank you! I hope you enjoyed!
