Presto, Change-o, You Didn't Eat Your Mango
Chapter Ten: Laundry Displeasure
A/N: Hmm…I don't know… Yeah, I've got nothing.
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Author: Arbella Scott
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There came a loud series of beeping throughout the house.
Beep! Beep!
"Ashley! Go get your clothes!"
Yes, please do. That beeping is one of the most annoying things ever!
"Okay, Aunt Valerie!"
As you might have guessing, today was the day Ashley had decided to do her laundry. How fun…
She bounded down the basement steps to retrieve her clean clothes.
She came back roughly ten minutes later, carrying a neatly folded pile of clothes, which she took down the hall and into her room. Then, I'm guessing, she just threw them on the floor…
Anyway, she came back through the hallway, looking rather pleased. That is, until she frowned and looked at my mom.
"Aunt Valerie?"
"Yes?"
"Where's Hannah?"
"I'm down here…"
"What are you doing down there?"
You see, after hearing all the series of loud beeps, I had…well, fallen off my chair, which was, sadly, a usual thing for me to do.
"You always fall flat on your face!"
"Haha. Very funny. Just help me up."
"Fine."
Ashley reached her hand down and helped me back into my seat.
"Oh no! I completely forgot! I didn't put the new load of laundry in the washer!"
She dashed down the stairs, two at a time.
When she arrived in the basement, she immediately threw a t-shirt in the washer and turned around to pick up another.
However, when she turned around, she was met with an image of Paul Grassi coming out of the washer. The t-shirt she had just thrown was lying on top of his head.
"Hey, Kid. Next time you wanna throw something in the washer, check to make sure no one's in there first, 'K?"
Ashley just stared at him, much like I would have done, though I'm sure I would have shot back something to the extent of 'Why would any sane person actually be in my washer?'
"Uhh…"
"Oh, right. Presto, change-o, you didn't eat your…your…"
"Mango?"
"Yeah! That's it! So anyway, I'm outta here."
He disappeared right as Ashley noticed my mom standing behind her.
"That was Paul Grassi from the Mole!"
Ashley only dropped her pile of clothes on the cement floor and ran.
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A/N: Lovely thing about short chapters is that they don't take long to type up after you've written them down on paper. Yeah, fun fact of the day I guess?
So yeah, that's about all I have to say. You're all happy, aren't you? You are? What? How rude…