Please, Amese

Mom just came and picked me up from school. We had our usual conversation on the way home. She asked what i learned, what i did at school, what was for lunch, and things like that. actually, it pleases me very much that she cares enough to ask; because some children don’t even have mother’s to ask them about their day. i shiver just thinking about how horrible that would be. i open the big double doors and walk into my big, beautiful bedroom. it has pretty, light pink walls, a window seat, a big, beautiful, king size bed that has a kindle laid on the top of it, a flat screen hd tv, the xbox 360, ps3,  ipad2 and just about every game that matters, sits on the foot table right beside the tv,  a white rug, and wow does it stain, and i can’t even count how many times i had to ask our maid to scrub the stains out of it, anyway my room has a huge bathroom complete with a jacuzzi tub and beautiful marble countertops and hard stone floors. i change into my pajamas, sit on the bed, and stick ear buds in my ears. i turn up successful by drake as loud as i can stand. i feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. it’s my best-friend sense 2nd grade terry.

“Hello”, i say. i’m thinking, wow, people call at the most awkward times. like, seriously, i love you but, i’m just saying. it would be nice to cool off for awhile with no interruptions.

“Hey, want to come to the mall with me?”

“Uhm, no, I say. We just got home from school, so i’m trying to relax a bit.” “but, how about we go to that party later? i say.

“Well, ok girl you know my mom will never let me out, but we haven’t hung out in awhile, so ill try and win her over.”

“Yeaaa, good luck with that” I say. We say bye and hang up. I finish continue listening to my music and soon after fall asleep.

 

 

I’m running, tripping, falling, and doing whatever I can to get…I don’t know somewhere, anywhere away from him! I run behind a tree, breathing hard. I’m so terrified. I look right, left, and up and down. I try to figure out where I am. I’m in the….woods? I spend way too much time staring, out of nowhere a hands grabs my arm. I look back and I see a mask covered face. Who is he? I think. I start to open my mouth to ask, but before I can even let out the first syllable, I’m rudely interrupted.

“I’ve got you now” He says in an unusually, grim voice.

“What?” I yell, as he drags me off to some unknown destination.

“Your mother, ask her the next time you see her, if you ever do!” His response is followed by maniacal laughter. I say nothing else; I think I’m almost sure I don’t want to hear the answers. Then, I think what does mom have to do with all this?

 

 

I wake screaming, and kicking so hard I flop right on to the floor. I think, oh, what a weird dream. Then I laugh to myself and think, wow, that dream reminds me of how school feels. I untangle myself from the covers, and pick myself up off the floor. I turn to look at the clock. Its 7pm, and the party starts at nine. That gives me just enough time to get ready. I walk into my bathroom and run bath water. I put all kinds of fresh smelling scents in it. While the water runs, I take that time to walk around our beautiful house that I was so glad mom bought 6 years ago, when she became a famous author, of adult novels, and dad a well known computer technician. It’s weird, you know, no matter how much money my parents have I never get noticed at school, unless someone wants a “pencil”. Now, that’s just dirty. But, hey, everything about life is dirty, so I don’t waste my time worrying about it.

I walk past and see dad sitting at the table. I grab some fried chicken, mash potatoes, and buttered rolls from the stove and lemonade from the fridge, and sit down beside him. He’s using his new Apple IPhone 4.

“Hi, what’s going on?” I say.

“Not much.” He says, as he taps on the screen of the phone.

“Oh, fixing any computers today?” I ask.

“No.” He says, sitting the phone on the hard glass table. I think uh, oh, what’s going on. “Look, your mom and I are going out of town and we won’t be back till morning, or possibly late tomorrow evening, and we want you to come. “

“Is it a business meeting?” I ask. Now, dear reader you might be thinking that these are some poor excuses for parents, but actually I don’t mind…much, because this is the price you have to pay for my house, life, school, and the other awesome parts of my luxurious life. Just think I get all this, and the only thing I have to do is watch my parents go to  business meetings every two weeks or so, and possibly go to one or two. Now, that’s what I consider a good deal!

“Yes.” Dad says. “Are you coming?”

“No, not this time.” I tell him.

“You have plans?” Dad asks.

“Yea” I say.

“It’s not anything bad, is it? He asks.

“Dad no, when I have I ever done anything bad?!”

“Well, there was that time when….” He jokes.

“No, dad there wasn’t one!”  I say.

“Yea, I know I was just kidding, but catch you later I have to go get ready.” He puts his plate in the dish washer and quietly walks out the kitchen. I walk back upstairs to my room. Then I think about the water I left running. Oh shoot! I start to pick up my speed. When, I get into my bathroom I see our maid Amese standing over my tub.

“You should really be more responsible and not leave your bath water on.” Amese reprimands me. She’s just mad because she doesn’t want her job. Well, humph, all these jobs in Atlanta Georgia and she chooses something she doesn’t even want, now I call that a situation.

“Thanks, for your help Amese.” I say as I shoo her and her negative surroundings out of my room.

“Yea Yeah, Ms-I-get-whatever-I-ask-mommy-and-daddy-for.” Oh, I just cant believe her. I  quickly count to ten. Because my parents worked super hard for everything they have just so they could have everything they have right now.

“Amese I hope you recognize that you’re free to pack whatever bags you have, and remove yourself, if you’re no longer happy with your duties as a maid, because no one is keeping you here.” I shoot back. I hear nothing apart from her departing feet. Well, I guess she must want this job to a certain extent. I look at my bathroom clock its 8:10. I quickly, wash off, and get dressed. Then, I do my hair and makeup. I look at the clock again. Its 8: 40 now. I hurriedly walk down the street near the party.