This capter is called: I'm about to throw you for such a loop subliminal mind fuck doesn't even begin to cover it.
Buckle your seatbelts.
You ready?
I doubt it.
I'm enjoying this emensely.
hold on to your mind ladies and gentleman because it's about to be blown.
"Oh hell no, dumb bitch packed me turkey again, I'm not eating this."
Looking up in surprise from my peanut butter sandwich I watched as Connor shoved his sandwich to the center of the table.
"Are you.... Are you talking about your Mom like that?" I questioned, fiddling with the rolled up sleeve on the shirt James had leant me.
"Hell no!" Connor laughed, "The maid."
"You have a maid!" I cried.
"Doesn't everyone?" Tristan asked, taking a bite of his cafeteria pizza.
"I don't." I mumbled.
"Ew." James muttered, "So like, who cleans your house?"
"Um, we clean it ourselves....."
"Oh my God!" Brad cried, nearly dropping his fork, "So you're trying to tell me if you take one of those really messy shits that like, sticks to the bowel, you have to clean it yourself?"
"Um... yeah." I mumbled, losing my appetite."
"Who cooks your food?" Tristan asked.
"My Mom or I." I answered.
"So do you like, not have lawn people either?" Brad whispered, as if not having one was the epitome of embarrassing.
"A lawn crew?" I said slowly.
"People that like, mow your lawn and trip your hedges and shit." Connor replied.
"Oh, um, no, we don't have that. I usually do that." I answered.
"You poor boy." Brad sighed, "How do you live?"
"I uh.... I don't know, I just do."
"So are you the only kid?" Tristan asked.
"Um, no I have a younger brother and sister." I replied.
"They have a nanny right?" James asked.
"Uh, no...." I answered.
"Oh my God, so like, who changes their diapers?"
"They don't wear diapers they're thirteen and ten, or did he turn eleven? I don't know, he doesn't wear diapers though."
"Who gets them ready for school?"
"Me."
"Who feeds them?"
"I don't know, they can fix their own breakfast, my Mom packs our lunches and sometimes I'll make dinner."
"You know how to cook?"
"You don't?"
All four boys burst into laughter, "Oh my God, Ash no, cooking is so gross!" James laughed.
"You are so poor." Brad said looking me up and down, "Do you like..... have a two story house?"
"Yeah...." I said slowly.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Tristan cried, "What does your Dad do, is he unemployed?"
"I uh, I don't...."
