My brain did it again!

Chapter 1 - Can I use bleach with this?

Sang

This new apartment of mine is perfect. It's kind of easy to beat the place I lived before. It was only a bedroom and there was one communal bathroom per floor. It was horrible, but what can you do when you just moved out of your parents' home and you only have your scholarship money and a poor part time librarian salary to live with? Now that I'm a semi-known well-paid author, I could finally move out of that hellhole. The Sergeant Jasper is perfect for my needs at the moment, except that I have to leave my 2 bedrooms apartment to do the laundry. Yep! I have no washing machine or dryer and no place in there to have any anyway. 

You don't know this yet, but I'm not a super social person. Not that I don't know how to smile and that I don't like people in general. I'm just extremely shy. I mean, I was raised - if I can say it like that... - inside my parents' house, only being allowed to leave it to go to school or if we all had to go somewhere together. This is a story for another time, but I needed to tell you at least this bit of information so you could understand partly why I'm not used to new people around me. Thank God, at least I'm better than I was when I went to college! At least I don't freak out at the grocery store anymore! There's also that one time that I almost set a church on fire because I was holding this huge candle at my step-mother's funerals and there were so many people in the church that I fainted and dropped the candle... I'm not allowed there anymore but I think it's because the priest caught me eating a bunch of hosts and drinking wine. Hey! I thought it was a free snack! I never went inside a church before. How would I have known?

So, here I am, at the Sergeant Jasper's laundromat, doing my laundry for the first time here and dancing like nobody's business with my big pink headphones on my head, singing Cheap Thrills by Sia - probably off key, but who cares? It's not like there are other people around - wearing tight blue jeans and an army green v neck chic t-shirt with bare shoulders sleeves. I'm way overdressed for this, but it looked so cute with my long gold necklace and I never go out, darn it! As I'm pushing my long dirty blonde hair to the side to put the last dark piece of clothes in the washing machine while shaking my butt like I could get paid for it, I continue to sing as loud as I can. Maybe I never go out in clubs, but I know how to do my show, if I don't have any watchers, of course. Moving back up slowly, I use my Starbucks' Mocha Frappuccino bottle as a microphone, whipping my hair to the back, still shaking my booty. Beyonce can take some vacations because I'm running this laundromat! 

Raven

Why me? I don't even know how to do the laundry and those fuckers have given me this stupid job tonight. I think they wanted to punish me because I was the only one to tell that Kaylie chick to get out of our apartment when she wouldn't budge after her assignment with us. I hate Academy girls and she punched Corey because he took back his sandwich from her! No one can hurt Corey! So that's why I am entering our building's laundromat with two big laundry baskets full of Axel's, Marc's and my underwears. Ok, there are a couple of pants and shirts too, but it's the underwears I hate to wash. They better not have any fucking suspicious spots on those because I'm sure as shit not going to scrub them! 

At least this place is almost always empty. Practically everyone in the building has their own washing machine and dryer, except those with one or two bedrooms and apparently us. Well, we had those but I broke both machines last week. Maybe that's the reason why I'm here and not because of that bitch... Aren't they nervous that I could break those machines here too? 

Opening the door, I concentrate on balancing the baskets on my hips and not drop anything on the floor. Well, let me tell you that it's a mission impossible because...