Best of me: Kinlee's legacy

Ch 2 Adam pt 4 Days

Day One:

Today was my official day of suspension. I woke up at 7a.m per request of my mother, who wanted me to clean the whole house top to bottom. I was very unhappy about this, but still did it anyways. I always started in the worst room of the whole house, which was the Kitchen. The walls were a gross yellow and cream color. Our oven was old, and everytime I had to scrub it, it would leave a residue. All of the pots and pans were always in the sink, never washed. My mother didn’t believe in cleaning. She would always sit in her chair and watch ghost stories on the TV or she would sew or do something other than take the time to have one freaking clean dish in the house. We had pets too, which always made the house smell gross. Our kitchen had hardwood floors, and the dogs would run up and down the tiles and go to the bath room all over the place. The cats would always tear up the curtains, so we had random little strings all over the counter tops, which also added to the muck and slime from old soap or grease from dinners.

I started cleaning the counters and worked my way around. The washer and dryer were also in our kitchen, hidden away by a small closet. I had to do the laundry next, which always took all day to do. I hated it. It was mostly all my dads work clothes. My mom would change and wear the same clothes day after day, because she claimed that she never sweated, and she didn’t have body odor. Im not even joking, she thinks she is God’s gift to Earth.

Next was the bathroom, which was always my favorite room to clean. It was fairly small. We only had one bathroom and it was down stairs. The tiles from the celine were falling apart, and the shower was probably the smallest thing you would ever stand in, but I would have so much fun. We had a wall literally surrounding you with mirrors from every angle. It was really hard sometimes to concentrate on tasks at hand because I would stand infront of the mirror and pose like I was modeling. I believe this is what sparks my ego so much is because we have so many mirrors.

I would strike a pose, and then clean. Strike another pose and clean. I would take the mop and pretend it was something to lean up on while someone took my picture. I often took my phone that had the camera option, and take many selfies of myself posing all different ways. Sometimes my mother would pop her head in the bath room to see what I was doing to make sure I didn’t die from the fumes of cleaner spray, or fall in the toilet and die.

I would sit in the shower and take my dads shaving cream, and draw pictures on the walls, then wash them away with the water. Sometimes I would smear the shaving cream all over, and write with my fingers in it. I loved the way it felt, and I would play in it for hours it felt like.

Finally once my mom caught on that it doesn’t take 3 hours to clean a bathroom she would make me vacuum or something ridiculous that always left me sneezing for my life, dying on the carpet floors, suffocating from the dust. Mom would always say I was being dramatic and then she would make me do something else, like more laundry, or go wash her dogs. I hated every second of this.

When the whole house was finally cleaned, I was able to tell mom I wanted to do homework and I went up stairs to take a nap. It wasn’t even 4pm, and I was exhausted. Adam should have just been getting out of school. I texted his phone, but got no response. My mind rushed through the thoughts of what he was doing and if he was thinking of me. Then I would get mad at myself for thinking such silly thoughts. Why would I care if Adam was thinking about me? Why would I care what he was doing? He was probably at foot ball practice. He was doing more with his day than I was. I was laying on my bed acting like a stupid girl pondering about a friend, who should stay as just a friend.

Either way, Adam never texted me back. I did my home work and took a nap. I woke up to my parents yelling for me to eat my dinner around 7pm. I felt sick to my stomach. Maybe the nap wasn’t such a great idea. I stumbled down the steps and landed in the kitchen where they both sat talking about my dad’s day at work. I picked up my plate and dug into my food, not saying a word. They were both still pretty angry at me for getting suspended.