Mrs. Knight was annoyed. Really, really annoyed. She normally put up with the boy's messes, but this was a new standard for terrible housekeeping. Her father was visiting in two days!
Kendall and Katie had not seen their grandfather in a year and the room in which he was to stay looked like a battlefield and smelled like a skunk! Well, it did belong to Kendall and James, so that was to be expected, but Carlos's side of the room where the boys were to sleep was worse than all the other boys together.
And this was after she made him clean it.
It was a good thing Logan was neat, or their room alone might take her almost all day.
After putting hair products and hockey gear away, and finally shoving all of Carlos's stuff in his closet, she finished by spraying air freshener on Logan's stuff (it reeked of his last science experiment), and collapsed on the couch. She wasn't even going to try Katie's room. She had gotten her organization genes from her brother.
She groaned. Carlos must've spilled grape soda again, because the couch was seriously sticky. She sighed. This time she was just going to buy a couch cover and save herself the work. Now where were her keys?
Grimacing as she did so, she stuck her hand into the couch. This was the last time she let anyone but Logan borrow her keys.
Holding her nose with one hand, she pulled out the detriment in various layers of age.
James's math homework (ungraded and due a week ago, she noted), an old, scarred hockey puck, Logan's notebook (accompanied by a large assortment of pencils), and a large clump of something resembling cotton candy were just part of the junk she found.
As she reached in for one last grab, she found something that nearly made her heart stop.
A bag full of white powder.
The boys! How dare one of them would do this, especially with Katie in the house!
Her motherly instincts kicking in, she grew slowly more angry. There was one thing she knew – when the boys got home, they were sooo dead.