Same but different

Contracts and Dates?

Ah of course, the parents. Centre of all evil.

I gingerly took light steps and looked over the railing to see if they were still indulged in what I know now to be the movie Fast and Furious 5. Ugh no Paul Walker died. I wiped away my imaginary tears although inside I was feeling the pain too. They still were and from what I could hear, they were somewhere in the middle of the movie.

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Rushing back into my room, I tied my hair into a pony tail and put on some gloves. Placing some wet wipes and a peg into my pocket. A CSI investigation is about to take place. I crept stealthily into my parents room and inspected each section, making sure to leave the things back to the way they were after being looked through. I sanitized the area with my beloved wet wipes, trying my best not to leave anything out of the ordinary. Every nook every cranny was searched -even the encyclopedias- and all I could find was a crummy 5 dollar bill.

Crummy but who said I didn't want it? Stuffing it into my pocket, I made my way to the next location, the habitat of unknown monster species, in the meantime known as Chase. Thank heavens for the invention of clothes pegs. I used it on my nose and hesitantly stepped in to the pig sty. Clothes were strewn everywhere and I could see some pizza sticking out from under his bed.

I couldn't find the floor. This was the perfect hiding spot but I was sure that the paper would've died in here after smelling his dirty everything. He's been back for only 5 days and his room was back to the way it was and the way no one else in the family wanted it to be. Taking a picture of the mess, I then lifted up the clothes and folded them neatly, placing them on the bed.

I looked through everything! Even his unwashed dirty sock and his underwear drawer. I found magazines I wish I'd never seen. Wash my now dirty eyes with detergent please. Frustrated with my unmoving progress, I just decided to put things back to EXACTLY the way they were and boy was it hard. I flipped out my phone, using the previous snapped picture as reference and matched which sock was at which part of the mountain on The Chair.

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After what seemed like forever, it was back to its horrendous old self and I was perspiring as if I walked miles through the desert. That was officially my workout of the year, wait no, century is more like it. Wiping away my sweat with the sleeve of my shirt, I walked out of his room, taking out the plan and checking out the locations left.

Living room. Kitchen. My room. The other room I haven't visited in forever. I frowned upon seeing the last option. I highly doubt it's in the kitchen, they wouldn't put it somewhere I do my daily hangout and dates with food in the fridge at. I crossed out the kitchen option and yelled out, "Hey familia you guys going out today?"

"We're going to go see Grandma Pattie, want to tag along?" Mom screamed from below. Grandma Pattie wasn't the nice type of granny who enjoyed baking nice cookies for her sweet grandchildren. She was more of those grouchy, unable to cook grannies who kept telling me I'm single and the only time I'll mingle is when I'm dead and in hell for being unloved. Her words not mine.

"I'm kinda busy!" I bit my lip hoping it would work. "I didn't say when. I know you don't want to meet her, just stay here and call me if you need anything. You can cook at home or order out, I'll leave you some money." She stated and I did my fist pump dance. I could hear my brother groaning for being unable to escape from the wrath of the Granny Pattie.

"What time will you be home?" I asked again, leaning on the railing. "Late, maybe 10? We'll leave in an hour or so honey, if you get lonely just give Cassidy a call!" She replied quickly. I mouthed the words yes repeatedly, dancing for my fans on the ceiling.