A/N: This is written for miss-midget's promt-thingy (it's listed below). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Michael is my brother's name, not mine.
Prompt:
Character(s): Mary and/or Albert.
Item(s): A rubber duck, nappies, dog and/or Harry Potter marathon.
Word(s): Pizza, toadstool, and/or glitter.
"You know what I miss the most?"
"What?", I sigh, not really wanting to know the answer. But, as Albert's maid, it's my duty to listen to him.
"Pizza."
"Okay, Albert. That's cool." I say, putting down Albert's bathroom pot. Or, as I've been beginning to call it in my head: Albert's Pot of Wonder. I'm wondering if I should change it to Albert's Magical Pot of Wonder, to give it more of a, well, magical name.
"Can I leave now?" I ask him.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He says, waving his hand in the air like a king might do to a loyal servant. Jerk.
I don't know why I work for him. Well, I mean, I do know. I do it all for my little sister, Jenny. I do work around his house. I put up with Albert's pathetic wants. I actually listen to him when he talks (which is quite often), and respond when he asks a question (which, again, is quite often.) I clean his pot of wonder. All for Jenny. When Jenny's happy, I'm happy. Kind of.
Walking home, I think about what Albert said. About what he misses most. What do I miss most? I mean, obviously: good food, my parents, electricity, not needing to clean Albert's Pot of Wonder just to get dinner on the table- and a lousy dinner at that. But what else do I miss? What does little insignificant, Katherine (Kat for short) Forest wish she had with her in the FAYZ? That answer is simple: glitter. Pre-FAYZ, I had glitterified everything from Bat Mitzvah reply-cards to hair accessories.
"I'm home." I call to Jenny, opening the door, sighing to myself. Home, sweet home. Yeah right. This isn't my home. The FAYZ is no home for me.
And then I see Jenny sitting on the couch playing with her rubber duck, Tommy. She's singing "The Wheels on the Bus" in her adorable 3-year-old voice. And I know: it was all worth it.