Emily hummed a happy tune as she walked over to the kitchen, grabbing herself a soda out of the fridge. The clicking sound of high heels on tile made her turn to see a pretty redheaded girl dressed in a skimpy French maid dress standing next to her, holding a feather duster. “I finished the laundry and the cleaning, mistress.” The woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties, reported. As her dress would suggest she had a distinct French accent. Emily nodded. “Very good, Angelique. You deserve a break.” She said, snapping her fingers again.
There was another bright FLASH, and when the light cleared her “little sister” Erin was back. The girl looked around, confused. “Mommy, can I go play with my dolls?” She asked. Emily nodded again, barely stifling a round of giggles. “Of course, dear.” She said. “Why don’t we bring them outside?” Erin looked reluctant for a second, then nodded. “Okay!” She said, hurrying off up the stairs.
Emily sat on a lawn chair, drinking her soda as Erin played with her dolls. It was a warm summer day, and she let out a sigh as she let the warm air wash over her. This was way too nice of a day to waste being stuck inside in class, she thought to herself. She wondered how mom was doing as a high school cheerleader.
The rest of the morning passed by quietly. Her brother, as “Angelique” the French maid, had done most of the chores that had been on Emily’s to-do list, and as a result she could sit back and spend most of the day just reading and watching TV. It hadn’t been the most exiting day so far, but it was still far more fun than having to attend school. Especially trying to figure out math.
For the next hour or so Emily stared blankly at the TV. She hadn’t realized how tired she was. Things were pretty much taken care of here, it probably didn’t matter if she just let her eyes rest for a minute, right? She closed them….
Emily awoke to her arm being shaken. She looked up to see Erin looking at her, concerned. “Am I going to school?” She asked. Emily glanced at her phone and nervously gulped. A quick minute of rest had turned into over an hour somehow, she was running late to drop Erin off at daycare. “Yes, you are, sweetie.” She said, hurriedly getting up from the couch. “Leave your toys here, we’ll clean them up later.”
Emily hurriedly drove over to the daycare center, receiving an annoyed look from the woman working there as she dropped Erin off. “Sorry!” Emily sheepishly called. Glancing down at her phone, she realized she still had a few chores left before she could do back to relaxing, especially since she’d overslept. She decided….