“What?” her daughter said in a furious tone, “Mom, I wanted to go to the mall tomorrow and hang out with my friends.” “Oh, before I forget,” her mother stated, “Tomorrow I’m having a day off, so I want you to help me clean the windows for me.” Jennifer smiled a bit and continued with her meal. “Sorry, sweetie,” her mother said, “I was cleaning all day since you left for school this morning. “Mom,” she said, “We’re having dinner now, so you can stop brushing the table with your hand.” Jennifer looked at her and gave out a small chuckle. She happily munched down her meal while her mother brushing off the table. Tonight they were having ravioli, Jennifer’s favorite. Jennifer sat in the dining room with her mother sitting across her. She placed it into her pocket, picked the boxes back up, and carefully walked down the ladder, not forgetting the feather duster that was on the floor.Īfter placing the boxes on the driveway and dusting the furniture in the living room, it was time for dinner. After gazing at it for a few seconds, she thought that is looked pretty so she decided to keep it. Jennifer picked it up off the floor and took a closer look on it. It looked a purple gemstone with pink streaks on it. “What’s this?” she asked herself, putting down the boxes. When she picked them up, something fell out from a hole underneath the bottom box. She looked ahead and saw three boxes stacked together, each of them saying “Goodwill” on it. On the floor was a feather duster covered with dust and cobwebs. Jennifer figured that her mother must have finished dusting the place. What’s not in there were dust and cobwebs. The attic has boxes, shelves, lamps, vases, picture frames, and a really old globe. Mumbling to herself, Jennifer climbed up the ladder and went into the attic. “And when you’re done, I want you to come downstairs and dust the furniture while I clean out the garage,” she added, “Just look for the boxes that says ‘Goodwill’ on it and bring them down for me, okay?”Īs her mother went downstairs, Jennifer said to herself, “Great.” She wanted to chat with her friends online, but now it will have to wait. Unfortunately, her mother didn’t seem to care. Jennifer let out a loud groan, not wanting to do any chores. “I’m glad that you’re now here,” her mother said, “Since you’re finished with the exams and won’t be having class for the next week, I want you to go into the attic and bring down a couple of boxes for Goodwill.” “Hey, mom,” Jennifer said to her mother, not very pleased that she didn’t make it to her room in time. Wearing a purple dress and had blonde hair like Jennifer, she turned around and saw the girl, still shocked from the ladder coming down. She looked up into the ladder and saw that someone was coming down. “Gah!” Jennifer said, startled at the surprise ladder. On her way, however, a ladder came down from the ceiling. Seeing opportunity, Jennifer quickly dashed through the hallway so that she could make it to her room. She turned her head towards the left and saw the door to her room. After climbing up to the upper level of the house, she looked to the right and saw her mother’s room with the door wide opened. Keeping her eyes peeled Jennifer entered the living room, walked pass the TV, and arrived at the stairs. She looked around the kitchen and peered into the living room, no sign of mom. Arriving at the backdoor, she slid the door open and walked inside ever so quietly. She placed herself onto the wall of the house and idled across it, diving under each window to avoid being spotted. Jennifer quietly tiptoed around the garage leading to the gate that led to the backyard. She just sighed and said to herself, “Maybe if a sneak in quietly, she won’t know that I’m home.” It barely leaves her with enough time for herself. Her mother always makes her clean up the house whenever she was done studying. For her mother, March means spring cleaning and Jennifer hated it. Normally she does not have a problem with her mother, but this month is the right time to make such a fuss. “Great, mom’s here,” she said to herself bitterly. She looked at the driveway and saw a black Jeep parked in the open garage. After driving down a couple of blocks, she parked her Corvette next to a two-story blue house. Since she was finished with her midterms, Jennifer can finally relax throughout the week knowing that she doesn’t have to do anything for the next week.Īfter driving down Main Street, she turned left on Meadow Lane, where her house resides. She was done with her last class for today and was excited because next week was Spring Break. At the age of 18, Jennifer Taylor was driving in her red Corvette through the small Virginia town. In the small town or Maple Creek resides a teenage girl with blond hair and wears a blue sleeveless shirt and brown jeans. The TBDL, the bedwetter and the sleepover.The TBDL, the bedwetter and the sleepover.
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