Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 20

Laundry

I was doing some math homework, the tip of my pencil colliding more aggressively to the paper than could be considered normal. My attention kept on gearing off to a certain conversation with a certain tall extraterrestrial being that ended in a certain way that bothered me.

I had no idea why it got to the point when I was yelling 'Fine!', I was angry at myself for being so overly dramatic. I mean, c'mon! It's not like I had a valid reason to my dramatic. I'm sure Krone didn't mean for me to get all crazy on him.

I sighed. My brain was barely registering what I was looking at, I'm even embarrassed to admit that the letters were looking painfully like alphabet soup(damn you algebra…).

"Great, now I'm hungry…" I mumbled to myself.

My eyes felt tired, I lifted my glassed and gave my eyelids a rub, this was getting hard…

Usually, I'm completely against using a calculator when solving my problems, but it was a Sunday and this was due tomorrow! Not only that, it was still way to early to be stressing over math. I opened my desk drawer, I frowned at the site of no small math problem solver. I could've sworn that I had one…

"Wait, that one broke…" I sighed. Then I remembered I might have a spare somewhere in my closest.

I shuffled to my closet, and as I rummaged though the contents of the forgotten realm I noticed that my hamper was as fat as Rosie Odonald…

I realized that almost a months full of clothes was stuffed into it. After all this time, I completely forgot to do the laundry.

I cursed at my feeblemindedness. Oh well, might as well do it now…

I grabbed the basket and headed out, but not before remembering yet another thing. I stopped short on my way out of the hallway, I made a quick turn on my heel and headed for Josh's room.

Jeez, Josh's room is such a dump…

There was clothes everywhere, along with other rather questionable things that I'd rather not get into. I was almost tempted to just leave it all there. Regrettably though, I'm to much of a good person, and Josh has been festering in every corner of the house since his hand had to recover.

I finally got him to go to one of his friend's house today, I just couldn't take having to see him looking like an unloved puppy, not even the dog looks that lonely.

I gathered up all the dirty laundry from all over his room, maybe after this selfless act things could feel normal between us again. Because really, his damn room should have hazard signs all over it!

Sure that I had everything bundled up in my hamper made basket, I gave a quick nod and made my way out.

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The basement was almost pitch black dark. I took careful steps down the wooden stairs, afraid that I might slip on something, I held on to the rails with all the force I had. I looked up hoping I could see something in the dim light, the basements only light fixture stopped working years ago and all I had was the light from upstairs coming through the door.

I spotted the washing machine, reaffirming my grip on the bundle of clothes, I walked towards it and after I immediately started to throw all the laundry in. It was actually nice in a way. I hummed a little as a continued to slip the clothes in, making them into little balls and slam dunking them.

Being in a state of Zen, I started singing.

"Sorrow is what I hate…

but it's grown to my sensations…