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When I think I am Done….

Sunday afternoon when I had just finished washing my mums car which is a sliver Kia Carnival which is a size of an elephant, hopefully I didn’t have to do any more chores. My mum said I have to wash the toilet and not just any toilet it was the downstairs toilet which every single one of the family does there ‘personal business’. It just had to be me, I felt enraged when I heard this. Kind of like a lion trying to get out of his cage. But on the bright side it was pay day. I probably would get about 20 dollars which is pretty good  for me because i am bankrupt at the moment. I finally started, I might not talk about this bit as this is quite disturbing. When I finished my disgusting job I felt relieved not only I finished but I get my money for the week. I asked my mum I had finished the job. She only said ‘good job’ but I thought I needed more than that, I just cleaned the most grosses thing I could ever imagine. Anyway my mum handed me a freshly sealed envelope, it must be my money. I didn’t want to open it as my hands felt like troll hands. I had to have a 3 hour shower before I could my open my envelope.