Six years later,
BROOKE CLAYTON
Opening my front door, I looked at the huge mess that was my apartment and let out a huge groan. Falling on my sofa, I let out a string of curses feeling the exhaustion slip into my head. The long shifts and a angry senior was starting to get to me and I just had it up to here with the job.
Finally standing up and walking to my kitchen I took out all the trash loading the dishwasher and mopping the floor. Then moved to my room, picking all my dirty clothes, changing my sheets and unloading the drying before stuffing the washer with the dirty clothes.
Vacuuming my house and throwing the cold pizza, Into the oven, I took a bath and was on my sofa, with my dinner watching the loud house. My house was dead silence, except
