Louise walked through the house, carelessly bumping into furniture as she walked. Flinging her bag over the couch, she flopped down on her bean bag, in the living room.
"Louise, honey, is that you?" a voice called out from the depths of the colossal house.
"Yep," Louise answered, shortly.
Few sounds of footsteps later, her mother stood in front of her, her hands on her hips. She didn't look too happy. Louise looked at her, impassively.
"Stop throwing your stuff all over the house," said her mother, grumpily.
Louise sighed.
"Whatever is going to happen to this house this summer when your dad and I are away, I can't imagine," huffed her mother.
Louise started, surprised. "This summer? Dad and you are going somewhere?" she asked, confused.
"Yes. And you're going to stay home. Your father thinks it's a good idea for you to be a little more responsible. We're leaving on the 25th, and we'll be back on the 5th next month," said her mother.
Louise's entire demeanour changed. "25th? That's a week from now!" exclaimed Louise.
"Yes, it is. And I need you to take care of the house, Louise! You can't mess it up!" said her mother, putting her hands up in frustration.
"Ten days, I get the house to myself? Oh my god, this is awesome, oh my god, oh my god, oh my GODDDD". Louise fought to keep her face straight, as her mind cartwheeled over, a few times. "Yeah, mommmm, I'll do it-" she said out loud, lazily.
