"You've got to be kidding me," I say once seeing the mountain of clothes waiting to be washed. Emma stood next to me in her red and white cheerleading outfit, with the same exact shocked expression as myself. "How am I supposed to have this all done before the game in an hour?"
"Beats me, you're alone in this situation," Emma says, laughing to try and lighten up the mood but my attention was still fixated on the stack of clothes I still had to wash in less than an hour.
"This cannot be real!" I shout in disbelief as I place my hands over my face to hide the hideous sight of everything.
Emma placed her hand over my shoulder. "Come on, it can't be that bad. Maybe you'll find $20 in someone's pocket?"
I couldn't help but laugh as I uncover my face. "If I'm not already suffocated by the st
