The Kings Spawn | ✔︎

Chapter 2

"Jennie its not that hard!" I scream, my irritation directed at the strawberry-blonde in front of me.

She crosses her arms kicking the bucket on the floor, the dirty water developing a stench in the damp toilet. "Well if it's so easy do it yourself!"

"We would be done already if you would stop acting like a child." I sigh through my teeth as I bring the small rag to the mirrors. Saturdays and Sundays were reserved for deep-cleaning. Other than it being a labor focused day, it was also my least favorite out of the week, predominately because of Jennie's temperamental issues.

She wasn't really good at taking orders, or doing chores, or pretty much anything that didn't include lounging around. And to my dismay she chose today out of all days to act more so unruly than usual.

"I'm done." She finalizes, sneering at me.

"You're done?"

The familiar voice reaches my ears, I bite my tongue turning to the woman standing a feet feet away. Miss Clementine, the Directer of Beldapa, interlocks her hands in front of her two piece beige suit. It was beyond me how she entered without anyone noticing. Apparent discomfort displayed on her face, she raises her brow.

"It looks anything but done in here." She continues, her ruby red lips curled upwards.

"She didn't mean it like that, Miss Clementine." I quickly inform, imitating her faux smile.

"Well..." She begins, her usual condescending gaze ostracized on Jennie, the short girl's puffed up chest now reduced to a limp. It was the affect Miss Clementine had on us, one look and we would all be glued to our spots.

"Yes! I just needed to...grab something."

Miss Clementine bobs her head in approval, nodding towards the double wooden doors, "Off you go then."

Jennie throws me a sympathetic look, lightly patting me on the back as she drags her feet towards the entrance.

I swiftly grab the mop from the floor, sectioning the empty bucket upwards, I hope she wouldn't notice that we didn't even clean one of the twelve cubicles.

"I'll finish this right away." I lie, awaiting for her to leave so I could go back to patronising Jennie.

"I have no doubt you will, come to my office once your done."

I furrow my brows as she walks out the wood piled exit. This is so annoying, I tried to do one nice thing for these wretched children and guess what they go and do, snitch on me.

I can't believe the audacity.

Jennie peeks over the door, a cheeky smile sliding across her face, "Stop glaring at me, this one's all you."

"Shut up." I frown, pushing the mop towards her. "Just do your shit."

She holds onto her abdomen, wincing at the light contact of the mop. "Okay! You don't have to be so aggressive."

I roll my eyes as I spray the soapy solution on the bay windows, the forest beyond in full display before me. It was a sight to behold, the lush green trees and wildlife was a given in Greensheir. I set the rag down my arms sour. No matter how hard I scrubbed, the brown substance decorating the walls wouldn't come off, and I had suspicions that it was dried excrement.

"Do you think its poop?" I ask, rotating my body to face the short haired girl rinsing the toilets, her attention focused on the task before her.

"Jennie!"

She raises her head, her doe eyes meeting with mine,"What?"

"Do you think it's poop."

She grabs the bucket, bathing the toilet with the concoction. "No its chocolate, from the cookies you didn't share with me."