He rubbed the creamy skin on his forearms in curiosity before he felt a tingling sensation beginning to spread. He looked down and noticed that his skin seemed smoother and softer than it was moments ago. As the words left his lips, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. I wish we just had a maid to clean this up…” he mumbled. He looked around the living room and pouted at all of his clutter laying around. “Enough! Your mother and I are going to go run some errands, and when we get back this place had better be spotless.”ĭanny grumbled as he heard his parents’ car start. I’m not paying someone to clean up what YOU should be cleaning to begin with!” Why don’t you just hire a maid to clean this up? All my friends’ families have cleaning ladies.” Danny said, sounding like a spoiled brat. You will cleanup your goddamn mess today, or I’m taking away your phone for a month!” His father said with audible frustration. He called his son into the living room and began to scold the boy. One Saturday afternoon, after Danny’s father tripped on another pile of dirty clothes, his patience finally ran out. His room was one thing, but when his clutter began to make its way through the rest of the house, parents grew impatient. Danny was a messy adolescent, constantly leaving a mess in his wake.
