Chapter 6
After I saw him out the back door, I sauntered back to my list which was still left laying on the top of the kitchen sink. I carefully looked over it once again, crossing out the tasks I either finished or decided was too dumb to do. I just had to do all of the things referring to Lexa left, and dinner.
Do Lexa's homework
Paint a picture for Lexa
Let Lexa give you a makeover
Arrange Lexa's shoes according to shape, size, shade and date she received them
Four tasks aren't that bad...I thought as I was walking to Lexa's room.
*knock knock*
I knocked on her elaborate door, inwardly sighing, thinking how amazing it would be to actually have one...
No one answered again. Typical.
Knocking again, I heard her sarcastically respond,
"Well, the door won't open itself, now will it?"
Taking that as my cue to enter, I cracked the door open slightly and peeped in.
"Lexa, it has come to my attention that your homework is lacking the proper utensils to finish itself. Do you want my hand to help it along?"
I laughed silently to myself as she rolled her eyes and sighed.
She smirked and answered,
"But of course. I shouldn't want to fail my math class, now would I?"
At that point, my eyes grew bigger. I extremely dislike math. And she knows it.
"Don't look so surprised, Des," emphasizing on my nickname.
Wait how does she know my nickname? You know, the one that only Bry calls me? Silently, I prayed she didn't hear our conversation.
"Umm, why did you call me that? You never say my name out loud?"
She then laughed, evilly it sounded to me.
"Let's just say if you don't want Mom to know about your...gifts... "
My eyes grew even wider at that point, if they could. She knew.
"You will make my birthday party as perfect as possible. No re-runs of last year. "
I almost chuckled at that. Last year, I "accidentally" bought the candles that keep lighting up even after you blow them out. Let's just say it annoyed her tremendously.
She started talking again.
"And you will stop seeing Bryson. "
"But Lexa-"
She cut me off, "No buts. No exceptions. I am not budging. Either stop being...friends, with Bryson or I'm telling Mom. Now I need my math and a painting of a leaf done before tomorrow. When your done, let me know so that I can practice my makeup skills on you."
Makeup skills my eye. She puts on enough makeup to kill a whale! Sighing, I made my way to her desk and began her homework. Scanning her worksheet, I decided it wouldn't be that easy. Especially since I didn't even go to her school. Heck, I didn't even go to any school! Apparently 'Mom' convinced the social security worker that "Unschooling is the most effective way to teach a child the ways of life."
I seriously wonder how she got that past him. Anywho, since I really didn't want to be dumb my whole life, I asked our gardener(yes, we have a gardener because Syvilia doesn't trust me with her precious flowers) to teach me. Gladly, he accepted. Apparently, he had been trained to be a teacher, but when he 'auditioned' for Syvilia to be a private tutor, she rejected him. However, she did offer him a spot as our gardener. Seeing as it would be better pay and he wouldn't have to do as much, he accepted. Yay! Problem solved!
Ok, now back to the actual problems.
If x+y=8, what are all the possibilities for the value, x?
That one was pretty easy. It has to be either 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 or 8.
(3x+5y)(2x+y)
A little bit harder, but still do-able.
I think the answer is 6x + 5y.
After fuddling around with the math for about a half hour, I decided to take a break. I mean, even though these problems were easy enough for me to figure out, I did need to get some water.
* three minutes later *
After knocking on her door again, I crept in. There I began to count the seconds before she saw me.
One second, two second, three second, fou-
"What took you so long? You were dawdling around down there for about fifteen minutes! I have been waiting for you to be finished with my homework for, like, an hour and you haven't even started the painting! Ugh, sometimes you are so lazy," she said while propping her head up on her pillows and texting her friends.
I'm the lazy one? I thought.
After returning to the math problems, I sat down and began the last one.
(5x8x+4-12y)(12y)
Well, the answer has to be 40x +4 + y.
That wasn't so bad...
"Are you finished yet?"
"Almost," I replied, "I just have to finish the painting.''
"Well hurry up! It's almost time for dinner and I still need to give you a makeover!"
Dinner! I totally forgot about it! Quickly, I drew a leaf on a canvas and lathered it with green and yellow.
Perfect. I thought to myself. It looks just like someone puked in the form of a leaf. Well, at least it looks just like the other paintings I made for her. I wonder what her grade is in art... Those were my thoughts as I went down the stairs into the kitchen to figure out what to make. Mmm, toasted garlic bread with cheese- oh wait. That has carbs. Maybe I will just make some dried kale chips and fruit kabobs for Them instead. They love those, especially Luna.
Quickly finishing the dinner ensemble, I threw some kale into the oil and salt and placed them into the oven to dry. I also cut up the fruit to put on the kabobs. Last time I made the kabobs, I put the fruit on the kabob. Lets just say Luna didn't like that one bit. Elaborately, I placed the sticks around the edge and dropped the fruit in the middle. This defiantly looks better than my painting...
I looked at the clock. 5:30. Since they expect dinner at six, it leaves enough time for me to have Lexa try to give me a makeover. Yippee.
A/N
Sorry this chapter wasn't so exciting and things happened pretty fast. Just so you know, I am going to fast forward to after the makeover. Also, I am not going to show her doing the shoes in great detail. It would become too boring. Thank you for reading and have a nice day!
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