Life=Exhaustion+Old People
I have never been this tired. I missed the old days when my parents are the ones I depended on. My role is just a princess. But, as I get older, I am the only person I could depend on. Even if my employer is such a bossy old man, my mom will not think twice to give her daughter to him.
Now everyday, that old hag went roaring like a furious tiger. Waking me up, just for her daughter to be paid. She will pinch my back until my eyes popped wide open. OUNCH! Why are you so worked up...(look at the clock) at 7.”
“COLLY SHELLON YOU NEED TO GET PAID TODAY. IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OFF OF THAT BED, YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!” Her hand grips tightly on the rough stick as she glared at me angrily. I admit my defeat when feeling the stinging pain she left on me two months earlier (rubbing her butt)...when...I planned on skipping my job.
(phone ringing and Colley picked it up)
(Answers the phone) Why are you be all in my (acting ghetto) businessssssssss. Talking about some, did you get whipped. Josh Chuck, if you don’t have anything to do, just chill.
(sigh)
Look, its not my fault, that my butt was slapped by a tree branch. My homework are piling up. Benchmarks are flying straight on my desk. Just what are these teachers been thinking now days, bro. Are we some robots in the movies that do one task per second or have an ingenious mind that calculates in the speed of light? I can’t even see my twenty-three inch desktop without moving like...3 feet of papers aside. Maybe one day, this monstrous stack will knock over my brand new Samsung desktop. You know what, it did. Right after my Spanish teacher wants me to make a random iMovie. That computer is $1,499 dollars. (louder;urgent tone) $1,499 boy...oh yeah, plus tax. So now I need to get a job to get a tech dude to my house to fix it. Piles of HWs are already driven me crazy and, mopping people’s houses just make me want to be done with my life.
Every freaking day, I need to get these rotten fake wooden floors cleaned with my sweat. Dumping water as dark as charcoal into the toilet. If that toilet get stuck, my daily paycheck would be stuffed into the plumber’s pocket. That owner of the house is so picky. He is Mr. Brown, who lived three blocks away from my house in Chester Avenue. That bearded, elf-sized man would detected every speck of dirt in his house like he is a dog. If there are three grains of dirt, he would said, (speak like the old man) umh..young lady could you clean these dust on the floor like what you’re suppose to do, I deeply appreciated it.
Deeply appreciated it my butt! Just what is this master and slave relationship we’re having, taking about some, “I deeply appreciated” when the real thing that he was trying to say is (speaking like the old man) yo, little girl if you don’t get your legs working and swing this mop, you’re not getting the money of this man. You think that you could just clean my house like that and trick this old man’s money. I know you teenagers, so don’t try to act so slick.
Maybe I will just quit and kiss his hand goodbye like a person with dignity. Wait...Colly, calm down. If I actually have the guts to get rid of this hell of a torture, then my house will turn to hell itself. My mom would say (speak like her mother) YOU’RE NOT JUST GOING TO DUMP THIS POOR MAN. I’LL DRAG YOU TO HIS HOUSE AND APOLOGIZE. HOPEFULLY HE WILL EMPLOY YOU AGAIN. WHY DO I HAVE TO GIVE BIRTH TO SUCH A USELESS KID! Nah. I get tired of her savage, unpleasant noises I hear in the morning. Then, I need to apologize to this masked elf. No. Heck no for god sake.!
(long sigh)
Well maybe this is my life. Being controlled by exhaustion and old people.
(Put down the phone and go to work)
Now everyday, that old hag went roaring like a furious tiger. Waking me up, just for her daughter to be paid. She will pinch my back until my eyes popped wide open. OUNCH! Why are you so worked up...(look at the clock) at 7.”
“COLLY SHELLON YOU NEED TO GET PAID TODAY. IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OFF OF THAT BED, YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!” Her hand grips tightly on the rough stick as she glared at me angrily. I admit my defeat when feeling the stinging pain she left on me two months earlier (rubbing her butt)...when...I planned on skipping my job.
(phone ringing and Colley picked it up)
(Answers the phone) Why are you be all in my (acting ghetto) businessssssssss. Talking about some, did you get whipped. Josh Chuck, if you don’t have anything to do, just chill.
(sigh)
Look, its not my fault, that my butt was slapped by a tree branch. My homework are piling up. Benchmarks are flying straight on my desk. Just what are these teachers been thinking now days, bro. Are we some robots in the movies that do one task per second or have an ingenious mind that calculates in the speed of light? I can’t even see my twenty-three inch desktop without moving like...3 feet of papers aside. Maybe one day, this monstrous stack will knock over my brand new Samsung desktop. You know what, it did. Right after my Spanish teacher wants me to make a random iMovie. That computer is $1,499 dollars. (louder;urgent tone) $1,499 boy...oh yeah, plus tax. So now I need to get a job to get a tech dude to my house to fix it. Piles of HWs are already driven me crazy and, mopping people’s houses just make me want to be done with my life.
Every freaking day, I need to get these rotten fake wooden floors cleaned with my sweat. Dumping water as dark as charcoal into the toilet. If that toilet get stuck, my daily paycheck would be stuffed into the plumber’s pocket. That owner of the house is so picky. He is Mr. Brown, who lived three blocks away from my house in Chester Avenue. That bearded, elf-sized man would detected every speck of dirt in his house like he is a dog. If there are three grains of dirt, he would said, (speak like the old man) umh..young lady could you clean these dust on the floor like what you’re suppose to do, I deeply appreciated it.
Deeply appreciated it my butt! Just what is this master and slave relationship we’re having, taking about some, “I deeply appreciated” when the real thing that he was trying to say is (speaking like the old man) yo, little girl if you don’t get your legs working and swing this mop, you’re not getting the money of this man. You think that you could just clean my house like that and trick this old man’s money. I know you teenagers, so don’t try to act so slick.
Maybe I will just quit and kiss his hand goodbye like a person with dignity. Wait...Colly, calm down. If I actually have the guts to get rid of this hell of a torture, then my house will turn to hell itself. My mom would say (speak like her mother) YOU’RE NOT JUST GOING TO DUMP THIS POOR MAN. I’LL DRAG YOU TO HIS HOUSE AND APOLOGIZE. HOPEFULLY HE WILL EMPLOY YOU AGAIN. WHY DO I HAVE TO GIVE BIRTH TO SUCH A USELESS KID! Nah. I get tired of her savage, unpleasant noises I hear in the morning. Then, I need to apologize to this masked elf. No. Heck no for god sake.!
(long sigh)
Well maybe this is my life. Being controlled by exhaustion and old people.
(Put down the phone and go to work)
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