This chapter is a little bit confusing – It goes into four different places, each with a person – explaining their situation and what they're doing. Eg. Carlisle, Living room, which means Carlisle, is on his own in the living room doing whatever he does. It splits into four perspectives which happen at roughly the same time.
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"Emmett. Call one of your girlfriends to come over and clean for us."
"No. My reputation will sink if they see this."
The living room, kitchen, dining room was trashed. Trash littered everywhere. Dirty laundry was scattered throughout the house. Edward's homework lay untouched on the floor. Dirty dishes piled up in the sink and on the floor next to it. The house was like a landfill.
Edward, Emmett and Jasper ate more pot noodles. Every meal they had eaten for the past 2 days had been pot noodles, and the remains had been put in a place which only created more mess.
"We can't keep eating pot noodles," Emmett said, jabbing miserably at the pot with his chopsticks. He could barely use the stupid things, but they came with the packet and there were no clean forks. He tried holding them, with one finger in between them but they only fell out of his fingers. Edward and Jasper were able to use the Asian contraptions expertly. Carlisle was also getting better at using them. It was only Emmett that couldn't use chopsticks.
"Damn these sticks!" Emmett cursed in frustration after spending every meal for the past 3 days trying to use them. Jasper saw Emmett struggling and he went to a drawer and pulled out an elastic band and a ripped the corner off Edward's homework.
"Give me them," Jasper said.
"My homework!" Edward spluttered, after swallowing a large amount of noodle.
"Like you were going to do it," Jasper said slyly.
"True."
Jasper tied the band around the two chopsticks at the top and then folded up the ripped piece of paper. He slid the piece of paper to the top of the chopsticks so that the chopsticks were easier to use.
"What's that?" Emmett said suspiciously.
"Chopsticks for dummies," Jasper said lightly, getting back to his own food. Emmett then tried using his improvised chopsticks. They worked. Emmett was astounded.
"I can't believe that actually worked!" Emmett said happily, he then ate his food happily. Carlisle walked into the room in a bathrobe.
"The bath is mouldy," Carlisle complained, sitting down next to Edward and starting to eat his pot noodle.
"You should have used a towel," Edward said, walking across the room to pick up a towel. He sniffed it and threw it away.
"That's why I didn't use one." Carlisle said, with noodles in his mouth.
"Right gentlemen," Edward said in a commanding tone, "we are going to spring clean."
Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper couldn't agree more. Carlisle and Emmett hastily finished their pot noodles, whilst Jasper sat waiting for them. Edward was the only person standing. Emmett was next to finish his noodles. Finally, Carlisle finished.
"Right. Carlisle, you can do the laundry. Emmett, you can do the dishes. Jasper, you clean the rooms. I will clean the bathroom," Edward ordered.
They all went their separate ways.
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Carlisle, Laundry room.
"At least I have the washing machine to do the laundry," Carlisle said smugly. He separated the whites from the darks and put the whites in. He filled the washing machine to the brim and put the washing liquid in.
After a few minutes into the washing it seemed that Carlisle had done a good job. Then the washing machine stopped working.
Carlisle realised that he had overloaded the washing machine. He opened the washing machine trying to pull some of the clothes out. Water gushed out onto him, flooding the laundry room. Carlisle sighed. This was going to be a long night.
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Emmett, Kitchen.
"How hard must washing dishes be?" Emmett said, loading the dishwasher with dishes and then tackling a load of dishes himself. He squirted a mass load of soap on a bunch of plates and he scrubbed a plate as clean as he could. It then slipped out of his hand. He picked up another plate and scrubbed it clean. It then slipped out of his hand. The tried another plate. It flew out his hand. Then another, and another, and another. The plates just kept crashing on the floor.
Emmett stared in embarrassment at the floor. He grabbed a broom and a brush. He swept the broken plate and tried to throw it in the bin. The bin was already overloaded. Emmett took the trash out. He then put the broken plates in the large plastic bag. Emmett wiped his forehead. He would leave the dishwashing to the dishwasher. Washing dishes turned out to be extremely hard.
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Jasper, Living room.
Jasper grabbed the roll of plastic bags.
"Right I'm going to...chuck the rubbish," Jasper told himself. He sifted through one pile of stuff. It took him 2 bin bags to blitz the trash, newspapers, undone homework, and yet he still had a pile of things. He moved onto the next pile. It took him 3 bags to finish off this pile. And yet, there was still a large amount of things he didn't classify as rubbish. Jasper moved, room to room, throwing away only the trash in the piles and then leaving other things that they didn't really need in the piles. By the time that he had finished cleaning each room, they were still in a pretty messy state. Jasper sighed; he had to go through all the piles yet again.
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Edward, bathroom.
Edward scrubbed at the mould with a cloth. Edward scrubbed at the mould with a broom. It didn't make any difference whatsoever. The mould remained where it was. Edward smirked at the mould.
"I have a secret weapon," he told himself, pulling out a mould remover spray. Edward sprayed it around the room. Edward was please with himself until the little droplets fell down onto his smug face.
"ARGH. MY EYES!" Edward yelled running over to the sink. He drenched his eyes in water. He tried to clean his eyes, to get rid of the sting. Water poured out his eyes after scrubbing them so hard.
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The boys, Living room.
Edward, Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper lay on the floor in the living room. It was dawn, and they had spent the whole night cleaning the house.
"After a night's work," Edward started.
"We're only a bit ahead," Emmett sighed, half the dishes and the entire cutlery were clean, because that's what was left of Emmett's cleaning.
"We have zero talent in his area," Jasper groaned, squinting as the light poured through the window.
"And now it's time for school," Carlisle yawned stretching his arms. The boys groaned and tried to find a clean shirt in the pile.
Edward sniffed one meekly, "I think this one is three days old. I'm starting to tell by the smell."
Jasper, Emmett and Carlisle picked up a shirt each and tried to tell how old it was. They pulled on a shirt that didn't stink too much and made their way to school leaving Bella at home. Bella stayed at home, mourning.
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