Take A Chance.

Chapter 15 (part 1):

Believe it or not, this is the first time I'm writing a chapter using my laptop! Usually, I just use my phone! Let's hope this'll be a great chapter! Enjoy!

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I walked into my house, locking the door behind me.

"So what did you need?" I said loudly.

"So, I told your dad about the trip, and he said that you'd probably need a lot of money." My mom smiled.

"And?"

"Well, I'm guessing you'd need some.. So, I need you to help me clean the kitchen, and work out in the garden."

"How much?" I asked willingly.

"$550." My mom smirked.

"Are you serious?!" I screamed.

"Honey, 4 days in a high priced park with many temptations... You're lucky if that $550 will last you the whole trip." She winked, "I'd know."

I ran up to my room and put on shorts and a tank top. I decided to tie my hair in a bun at the top of my head so I wouldn't have to constantly touch it as we worked in the garden and cleaned the kitchen.

We began cleaning the kitchen, scrubbing everything clean. Eventually, the whole kitchen was squeaky clean. Next, we went outside. My mom had plants lined up to be planted, and empty places in her flower garden for the flowers to be placed in.

"It's so hot." I complained as I kneeled down in the grass and grabbed a plant.

"Get used to it, honey." My mom replied calmly.

"Thanks mom." I joked as I placed the plant into the ground.

"Remember... $550. You're doing this for Mickey Mouse ears, and Minnie Mouse shirts and...."

"Okay, I get it. Let's just finish this before I get stung by bees."

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After numerous hours of cleaning and garden work, we were eventually done.

"Okay, I'll give you the money the day you leave for Disney."

"Alright!" I exclaimed as I ran up the stairs and into my room.

I laid down on my bed and grabbed my phone, scrolling down my twitter feed. All I saw was fangirls tweeting about Cody Simpson, Ryan Beatty and Justin Bieber.

@Brookeee: just cleaned the kitchen and helped my mom with the garden. I'm tired. #firstworldproblems

I stood up and walked towards the catastrophe I called my closet. I opened it, and looked at all my clothes.

"How am I gonna know what to pack?" I grunted.

I began rummaging through the clothes, trying to find the perfect outfits to wear.

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After what felt like hours, I finally finished picking out all of my outfits. I placed the chosen clothes onto my bed, then headed downstairs to grab a luggage.

"Mom, where are the-" I looked around the house to notice my mom wasn't there. "Mom!" I called as I walked blankly around the house.

I made my way outside to see her sitting on the porch, drinking coffee.

"I was wondering where the luggage's and stuff are." I said as I pressed myself against the screen door.

"In the basement. I'll get it later." She replied calmly.