Chapter 7: My Minions

I was standing at the side of the house and watched the supposed elder sister of mine wash the clothes. It wasn't something that I really wanted to do, but if I were to walk away from her, that might as well be suspicious and cause her anger to erupt against me. Also I say supposed older sister because she's not my older sister but a kidnapper that forced me into accepting her as an older sister. "Seres. You don't have to watch over me like an eagle. You can go out on a walk or just take a nap in your room." She said as she continued to wash the clothes.

I nodded before running through the wooden boards of the house and coming out the other end. Opening the door, I was now standing over the green grasses of the backyard. It was green and luscious and was much like the grasses of my suburban cousins living in Illinois.

'But it's a shame that this backyard is pretty messy.' I thought to myself as I stood over the planes of junk and finally acknowledged all the trash. 'This is honestly reminding me of the time that me and my college friends went to Los Angeles to visit a friend. All these Californian 'people'. I mean barbarians were dumping all their trash onto the road and all over their yards. It honestly looks like a war zone!'

I sighed as I began cleaning the mess. As I walked up to one spot of junk, I stopped as I noticed a dark black wooden chair. It looked pretty nice and would definitely be nice to sit in. I smiled slightly. 'Looks like I've found a chair to sit on for the time being.' I thought to myself as I got the chair off the ground and onto its legs. 'I think I'm finished.' I thought to myself as I sat onto the chair.