Chapter 5:
I let a huge grunt as I drug the heavy trash bag out the door. I struggled as I brought it halfway through the driveway. "Need help?" I stopped and turned my head to the voice.
There stood Vincent. "Um... no thanks. I got it." I grabbed tighter and began to walk. I only more a centimeter as my bag didn't bugde no more. I struggled and struggled. I didn't look, but I could since the smirk on Vincent's face.
Finally I gave up. I let go of the trash bag and slung my arms to my side.
"Fine Vincent! Fine Vincent, just take the stupid bag!" I yelled as I stomped inside. I could hear him laughing on my way in.
I sat on the couch with my arms cross over my chest. Vincent walked through my front door as I had a pouting look on my face. Why is taking out the trash so difficult?
"I finished your simply little deed." He walked over with a smirk on his face and sat next to me. I rolled my eyes and stared at the TV. "So... where's your mom?" I looked at him from the corner of my eye. My mom. The woman that supposly takes care of me.
"Umm.. she went out. Why?" I turned my head towards him and watched him look at the TV. "Ok. Don't tell her I told you this, but she kind of freaks me out." He looked at me with a serious faces. I want to say 'me too' so badly, but I knew better. I turned my attention back to the TV. "She's not that bad." Liar. Say the truth. You'll be ok. Tell the truth.
"I know. She seems nice, but something about her just doesn't make me like her." Cause it's fake! IT'S ALL A LIE! I nodded my head and stood up. "You have to go. I have to finish cleaning." "I'll help you." "No, it's ok. I got it. Thank you though." He nodded his head and left.
I finished cleaning the house right when my mom came back. I ran to my room so it didn't seem like I just finished. I laid on my bed and turned on the TV.
"SCARLETT! I'M HOME! GET DOWN HERE!" I got up from my bed and walked downstairs. "I cleaned the house..." "You better have!" She pushed me aside as I fell on the ground. She walked in and out of every room until she seen that every thing was clean.
My walked back to where I was on the floor. "Good. NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I hurried to my feet and ran out the door. I ran down my street all the way to the park. I sat on the bench I was at the other day.
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Ok. sorry, I know it been at least 2 weeks since I last posted a story, but I've been really busy and not able to get on the computer. I'm also sorry that this chapter is so short, but I don't think it matters since nobody reads it. I don't think anybody reads any of my stories. That's why I think I always stop uploading after a while. I'll try and not do it with this one, but I can't make no promises.
