5 days left...
I woke up in Between Alice and Cristy. I missed this. I smiled to myself as I rubbed my eyes. I felt a lot better now.
I sat up and slowly got out of bed. The memories from last night were vivid and I can't block them.
This morning I felt like myself. I felt normal, I wasn't paralyzed, I wasn't sad, I wasn't angry, I didn't feel like crying. I just felt like myself.
I wondered the quiet house and made my way to the room I shared with Jc. I peeked inside and there he was, sleeping on our bed. He looked kind of troubled.
I decided not to wake anyone, only because I'm awake early doesn't mean they should be too. Instead I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. We leave in five days exact, this house is upside down, there is clothes everywhere and stains on the walls that even I can't explain. And if I'm being brutally honest we've all gained a little weight.
Enough is enough, I'll clean the house while they're still asleep.
I walked into a small closet and pulled out a broom, a mop, a few rags, a bucket, windex spray, Clorox, pine-sol, and many trash bags. Where do I start? Maybe picking up the trash around the house.
I set everything down and opened a trash bag. I walked around the kitchen and living room picking up every plastic plates and plastic cups I could find. I even cleared some things from the refrigerator. I looked at the beer and thought about them for a quick second. I can't throw away perfectly good beer. I grabbed one and popped it open and chugged it down. Now it's trash. I threw the empty can in the bag and grabbed another one. I closed the refrigerator and walked upstairs and threw away anything I didn't think was necessary.
After that I walked into every room in this cabin and took out the trash, replacing them with fresh bags. I let out a small sigh as I wiped the small sweat forming on my forehead.
I officially started in the kitchen. I grabbed every dirty plate, cup, fork, spoon, from every room and brought them to the kitchen to wash them.
I never cleaned before but I would watch my housekeepers do it and it seemed relaxing. The house would always smell really nice and the scent was so strong that sometimes it would burn my nose and they would all use Pine-sol.
I washed all the dishes, dried them, and put them back where they belong. I cleared the sink and wiped down all the counter tops. I used some pine-sol to clean the counter and table, I can use that right?
I pushed in all the stools and chairs and looked around. It smells nice and it looked pretty good so far.
I looked at the dirty windows and grabbed the winded and small rag. I sprayed windex on the windows and started wiping them with the rag. I made sure that it was perfect.
I did that to all the windows in the kitchen and looked around, admiring my work. It smells so good. I opened my 2nd beer and took a sip.
I looked at the walls of the kitchen and it was a horror. There were stains of god knows what. I walked over to the white walls and smelled it. Spaghetti sauce? What is wrong with these people.
"Oh.. that was me" I mumbled to myself as I let out a small laugh, remembering that day. I tried throwing spaghetti sauce at Kian but he moved and instead it hit the white wall behind him.
Then there was a few black stains... are those shoe prints?! I actually don't remember that one.
I grabbed another rag and mixed it with water, soap, and pine-sol and began to scrub. My own solution to cleaning kitchen walls. I scrubbed the spaghetti sauce off and the shoe prints. Finally the walls were white again.

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The Cabin •Jc Caylen•
FanfictionWhat should of been a summer vacation for a couple of teenage girls turns into something a whole lot different. Friendships will be put to the test, secrets will be revealed and most dangerously, love itself. She isn't allowed to talk or even look a...