HARDER THAN IT LOOKS

Chapter 19

I wake up with a mad, makeup smeared face looking down on me. Kiaya, without freckles and eyeliner smeared all over her face. "And whose brilliant idea was this?" she demands, trying not to laugh.

"Me of course." I say yawning. I am laying on the couch in my living room, The Enemy in my hands. I suddenly remember not being able to sleep in the attic last night, and having to come downstairs and read. Kiaya and I lay there on the couch for a while until I feel my leg getting sticky and wet. "Larry!" I cry. Larry is our German Shepard puppy. We named him after the famous basketball player, Larry Bird. "Ugh." I groan.

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For breakfast, my mom made three dozen eggs and a whole load of toast! She needed to. There are eleven, hungry basketball players. We eat like pigs, messy and quick. After breakfast, we all do the dishes and wipe down the shiny, black, marble counter tops which are covered in grape jelly and sticky peanut butter. This process turns out to take an eternity, but in a way, turns out to be a game. The fun ends when we run out of dishes to clean. We all sit cross legged on the hard, cold tile floor. "What should we do about showers?" Kiaya asks.

"Who needs showers when..." I start.

"Me!" Kiaya shrieks. "Thanks to you guys. So do you. You all have drool and eye boogers all over your face."

"Wow, thanks!" I say. "I think we'd run out of warm water. Why don't we go in Alex's pool?"

We all agree. Taking turns in the attic and four bathrooms, we change into our wet T-shirts and shorts. We once again, leap off the high deck and spring over to the shrubs that divide Alex's house and mine. We slip through the shrubs at it's little path and go through one at a time. My team plays the medal game, but I don't go into the cool pool. I am curious as I why Alex had a suit and tie on, on a Saturday. Alex had said if the back slider was unlocked, I could come in and that they were home. I tugged on the handle and to my relief, it slid open. I stepped foot onto the wooden floor. "I'll be right back!" I call to my friends. I walk around. "Alex!" I call. "It's Lindsey!" I pause, listening to my voice echo down the halls. "Hello?" I realize I am alone. A dog barks and I nearly jump out of my skin. "Aww." Their dog, Mike (or Michael Jordan, another famous basketball player) sits in his cage. Mike's "waste" sits in the opposite corner of his cage. He tries not to sit in it. Clearly, Alex and his family haven't been home in a while. Knowing where everything is, I run up the stairs and give Mike a quick bath. I clean his cage and give him some food. He devours it, just like we did with breakfast this morning. I decide to take him home to take care of until Alex's family comes home. Quickly, I scribble a note about me fostering their dog and that they can come get it when they get home. I lock the slider, and go out the front door. I lock it behind me.

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A/N

Hey guys! Thanks for reading. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Where do you think Alex and his family is? Anyways, thanks for all the reads. Please continue to comment, vote, and share. Also, please check out my reading list, "BOOK OF THE WEEK".

-Kylie