Amanda Jones and the Unwelcome Spy

Chapter 3: We Don't Have A Maid

When I got back home I went straight to my room where I jumped on my bed and huffed, there was so much drama in my life and I didn't even have a tidy room there what a heap of dirty laundry on my bedroom floor.

What an annoyance, I thought to myself mum was constantly telling me off for having a tidy room she says stuff like 'just look at your brothers room'then does a proud expression 'so tidy isn't it'. It is very annoying when she does that, I guess one day I should learn.

I sat on my bed and read murder most unladylike, a book about a murder that two pupils solve, it seemed a good idea seems the current goings on. Also it if i learnt the art of a true detective I could crack the case once and for all.

At 6:30pm I was called downstairs for dinner: sausages and mash potatoes with some peas. My dad spent most of the the meal talking about work and other random stuff like that, but my resent happenings where shunted aside.

Even though I thought the dinner time conversation was going to be completely boring I did learn one thing from it i was going to my friend Florence's on Tuesday after school.

Finally I thought someone to tell about 'Unknown' my secert stalker who wrote letters to me.

I ate my pudding and was planning on going upstairs when I realised it was my turn to sit on the comfy chair, so I decided to stay down and watch the TV for a bit. I watched the simpsons for about 1:30 hours. I made the decision to go upstairs and read the rest of murder most unladylike when Alex changed the channel to some boring history thing about WW1.

I sat in the kitchen with mum for a bit chatting about nothing in particular. She went upstairs to get the laundry basket, I waited for her to come down so I could put the washing machine on for her (I am useful like that).

I stepped out the kitchen to find to my surprise that mum was shouting at me from upstairs asking when I had tided my room!

This shocke pd me even more, my pig sty of a room was tidy!

This never happened at least not to me. I went upstairs to see what all the fuss was about, upstairs realisation dawned upon me, my room was actually tidy!

My mum started questioning me about when I had tidied it why after all these years I had decided to. When I told that I hadn't done anything to my room, she thought I was joking so laughed and said 'well we don't have a maid do we,' and walked away. 

We all knew that we didn't have a maid because:

1. We weren't rich enough to afford have one (not saying we where poor either)

2. Mum was always going on about the house looking a tip.

3. Mum was always going on about the fact she wished we had a maid.

These where all good reasons on why we didn't have a maid

As I sat down on my my bed I realised that all the things that where happening to me where way too exiting it be part of my boring life. Interesting!

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