It was a very average Sunday. Sunday was always laundry day, since my step sisters had moved in anyway. Before that it had always just been my mom and I. Then she fell in love with some perfect haired car salesman, and lo and behold my house was filled with mascara and fighting.
My household is as follows:
Tiana: Me, I'm eighteen and sincerely exhausted with my household. I work at a diner as a waitress.
Kathleen: She's twenty one and causes me the most headaches of anyone in my life. She's extremely vain and technically has a job as her dad's secretary, not that she does anything.
Kimmy: Kimmy is the hottest thing in punk rock, if you ask her anyway. She's nineteen and I actually like her. I do admit she is incredibly attractive and a decent singer.
James: The perfect haired car salesman in question. I haven't yet discovered a personality beyond this, despite living with the man for five years.
Monica: My mother. Artsy, independent (formerly), and cool beyond belief. She's young for the mom of an eighteen year old because she got pregnant as a teen. It's just been her and me up until now.
I was broken from my internal introductory monologue by Kathleen.
"Tiana! Is the washer done yet? I need you to help me hang this last load! My nails are too long for the clothespins." Kathleen bellowed into the house.
Ugh those stupid nails. It's her favorite reason not to do anything. Wash dishes? Can't, nails. Fold laundry? Can't, nails. Take out the garbage? Can't, nails. Thankfully my savior came through.
"God you're lazy Kathleen, just go inside, I'll do it." Kimmy's annoyed tone could have been an angel choir with how grateful I was.
"Thanks Kimmy!" I shouted back.
"Why is everyone yelling?" My mom asked, also yelling.
"Why would I come all the way inside to ask a question?" Kathleen whined.
My mom just smiled and laughed as she walked away.
"Gosh she's a bit of a princess, eh?" My mom teased. My mom and Kathleen had never gotten along. Kathleen was convinced the only thing keeping her father and mother apart was my mom.
"Yeah. Yeah she is." I answered, unamused. I grabbed the load from the washer and brought it out, joining Kimmy at the laundry line.
"One more load." I exhaled, dropping the basket on the ground.
"Sweet, I'll help you hang it." Kimmy offered, getting right to work.
"You are the best." I grinned.
"Yeah I am." Kimmy answered with bravado.
We erupted into a chorus of giggles.
It was well into the afternoon by the time we finished getting the laundry hung to dry. My mom was just starting to make dinner.
"Want to go hang out until dinner? I got some stuff at the mall and I need opinions." Kimmy half asked, dragging me to her bedroom.
"Okay!" I feigned exasperation. I was actually happy to watch her flaunt her new outfits. Kimmy fashion shows were always peak entertainment.
"How come I'm never invited?" whined Kathleen.
"Because you are far to prissy to even know what a good punk look is." Kimmy answered, nose upturned.
Kathleen frowned and stalked off.
"Whatever. At least I have a boyfriend!" She called back down the hall.
"I didn't know that running when asked about the nature of your relationship made you a boyfriend. Now I know." Kimmy whispered to me.
We snickered all the way into Kimmy's room, where we burst into belly laughs. Finally after we had calmed down, Kimmy entered her walk in closet and suddenly music came from the speaker next to me.
Some early two thousands emo band scream sang at me as Kimmy came out in a baggy pair of ripped black jeans and a striped tight cropped t-shirt.
"Absolutely incredible. You look like a punk rock star." I gushed. Kimmy giggled and did two more poses before going back into the closet.
