So....new story. Not too confident in this one. If you don't like teen fiction or romance, get out. Lol. jk. But that's what this is. So.. Go?
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"You must be Jenny Parker." The lady sticks out her hand, oblivious to the fact that we are seperated by a screen door. I stare at her hand, silently, but it doesn't waver.
"I'm sorry, do i know you?" I ask.
"Oh, yes, forgot to introduce myself." She uses her hands to flip off invisible lint, but I'm just happy she doesnt expect me to shake her hand anymore. "I'm Mrs. Finslow, we live right down the street, but we just-"
"Wait, excuse me? You live here?" It wasnt a big neighborhood, and i knew everyone in it, and there was not one trace of this lady's face that i recocgnized.
"We just moved in yesterday." The lady says, finishing her sentence.
"Oh." Is all I say. "Well it was nice meeting you, and I'll tell my mother you stopped by.." My mother was a leader of the home associations of the neighborhood, and she loved getting to know new people, unlike me. I turned to shut the door behind me.
"Aren't you coming along?" She asks.
I furrow my brows. "Excuse me?"
She looks at me funny. "You're mother said you'd be happy to help us move in."
I raise my eyebrows. "She said what?"
Mrs. Finslow opens her mouth to speak, but i interrupt her. "Okay, okay, I'll go get my shoes."
I shut the door behind me. Typical. My mother signs me up for involuntary community service and doesnt even tell me. I really shouldn't even be surprised.
"Who was that?" Sophia calls from my room.
Sophia. Darn.
"Someone my mom told I'd help unpack." I say as i walk up the stairs.
Sophia starts laughing as i enter the room. "She said what?"
I slapped her. "It's not funny."
"Yes it is. Jenny Parker. Helping out? Unpacking? Unbelievable."
I walk over to where i keep my pumas and slip into them.
Sophia stops laughing. "You're actually doing it?" She asks, genuinely surprised. I looked at her darkly, tossing her flip flops on my bed.
"So are you." I look at her sideways, and crack a smile when she groans.
"I hate you." She says, slipping into her shoes.
I smile and hug her hard. "Thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She looks at me with a small pout on her face. I laughed. "Come on."
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"I can't thank you girls enough. My husband and step-son aren't moving in until next week, and i want this place ready by then. I don't think that would be possible without you girls." Mrs. Finslow gushes over us, and we smile uncertainly, Sophia shooting me a look. I try not to laugh. Sophia isn't the kind of girl who likes to get her hand dirty. This was the perfect job to get on her nerves. The perfect way to get me killed. Well, it's like they say, killing two birds with one stone, huh?
There's a short silence as Sophia and I stand in the doorway, not knowing where to start.
"Oh, yes. Now, why dont you girls get started by moving the boxes into the rooms they're supposed to go in? They're all labled. I'll go get you girls some orange juice. Do you like orange juice?" She doesn't even give us time to answer as she walks away into the kitchen, and takes a bottle of orange juice from a box on the floor, and finds a cup in the same box. I sigh.
"Living room. Kitchen. Dining, Derek's room." Sophia reads off the labels on the boxes nearest us. She picks up the one that says living room and carries it to the room with only a couch and boxes everywhere. I pick up the Dining one and place it in the dining room.
Mrs. Finslow comes back with two cups in her hand, and i look around as i sip at the seemingly endless boxes scattered all over the floor.
This was going to be a long day, a summer day down the drain. Thanks a lot, mom.
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Short. I get it. Comment and vote. Comment for sure though????? Pweezees?