So, mostly here on Saturday, and it gets super boring in the laundry room with Miller always on the phone, and sometimes he lets me do his own laundry. I woke up and had breakfast, and I just wasn't feeling like doing no laundry, so I decided to talk to my mom. "Mama, do you think I could just do my laundry tomorrow?" I asked.
"No," she answered. "What do you mean tomorrow? It's just laundry. Use the machine like everyone does. It's so easy compared to when I was younger—it was quite a labour. So don't complain."
"Ugh!" I exclaimed and walked away. "Lanieeee!" my brother called. "What?" I answered. "Come down for the laundry, would you? Fine, I'm coming."
I got down, and we headed to the laundry room, and it was so hot, and I was trying to finish up when I heard a loud noise outside. "Did you hear that?" I asked my brother. "Hear what?" he pretended, not to hear it. Or maybe he thinks it's just another trick to run away. "No, there's a loud noise. It came from... I think... behind." "Well, I didn't hear nothing," he replied, without looking at me. "Whatever," I replied.
"Get the fuck down!" It came again, and this time, my dingos of a brother heard it. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. "What is that? Let's go check it out," I said.
If it isn't Mr. Jackson, our other neighbor... actually, he is actually not so bad as you might think, but one thing I do know is he has quite a temper. Someone probably pissed him off. Yup, I guessed right—again. His boy-crazy daughter Alissa had a boy in their basement, and her father found him this morning, and I think he has been there for quite a while. The worst part is, some people were more concerned with filming than actually stopping the whole thing. "Dad, stop!" Alissa screamed. "Don't you dare, young lady!" he spit. "Do you wanna bring shame to this family? Huh? Huh?" And he was so pissed off, I couldn't watch for so long before he let the boy go. He turns around and yelled, "What the fuck are you all looking at? Huh?" Jeez, I was pretty much embarrassed on Alissa's behalf, and I don't know if I wanna be like her when I turn eighteen.
But I learned that sometimes people are not what you think they are. I was kinda sad to watch him getting beat up and then people not doing anything. Also, my brother and I helped him clean up and get him some fresh clothes and some food.