My Cinderella Story.

Chapter 2

With all the new school, new friends, and new homework you would think the twins would at least still be home to help me with the chores.

Nope wrong, all week they've been planning things with their new friends. So now its Saturday morning, and they were planned to be out all day.

Me? Well I have no life like these no social birds, so I was left with all the cleaning. Joyful I know.

My overly happy mother had to leave early this morning for some kind of meeting, something that had to be dealt with all day. My father left for an all weekend business trip. Liz left this morning with a bunch of dudes, I think it was the gym. Than Rachel left for a picnic, than a mall, than some freshmen party.

So here I was, in my white v-neck and black sweats, reading the long list of chores that had to be done today and today only. I huffed my lips out while plopping onto the couch.

Chores:

1: Wash all sheets/clothes

2: vacuum all floors

3: clean the toilets

4: spray all the plants

5: clean dishes

6: clean couches

7: rub down all counter

8: when sheets are down, put them back on the bed then re-make beds

The list went on and on with silly little chores, like "align all shoes from smallest to greatest."

I decided with taking all the clothes and sheets from each room and washing them. I walked up the stairs to the hallway field with our room doors.

If I go in Liz's room, it bound to smell like a guy. Rachel and my parents room are going to smell like flowers. My room smells like me .. Maybe my parents room first.

I walked deeper into the house and opened the doors to my parents room, my mouth dropped. This just happens to be my luck right? I groaned.

There was clothes, ties, under and panties everywhere. And to think my parents were the cleanest people in this family. Well it has to be done sooner or later, but I choose later.

With that I walked over to Rachel's room and was happy with the scene. It was neat, and all of her clothes were in the hamper like it was supposed to be. Thank you dear sister.

I picked up her hamper than tossed down into the pile I wanted to name "Pile of dirty crap." Proper name, I know.

I than went back into her room to pull her sheets off her bed, than tossed those it in the name pile. This was literally how the rest of my morning went.

~Later that afternoon~

I found a music thingy on my parents wall and thought that would help my pace with the cleaning, it did a little.

I finish everything on the list, besides putting the sheets on the beds. So that's what I was doing at the moment.