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Apr 24, 2018 03:58AM
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((NOVA))Callie started folding the clothes, that weren't even hers. She was still getting stomach pains, although she didn't know why. The clothes were almost don and in the basket when a guy knocked it down laughing. Figures.
((LISA))Aza walked into the laundry room to see some kids kicking a basket of someone’s folded laundry. She narrowed her eyes. “Leave it!” She hissed.
Callie turned to see a girl, she sighed. Finally. Someone with common sense. The boys ran away afraid. "Thanks." The clothes were messed up so it will take her about twenty minutes to fold up again.
Aza picked up some of the dropped clothes, not responding to the other girl. She folded them and stacked them in the basket again.
"Oh, you didn't have to do that." She said. "I could've done that."
She shrugged. “Too late now.” She pulled the second load out of the dryer.
"Thanks," she finished folding and put the clothes in the basket. The basket was full so she put it with the others on the table.
Aza started switching over the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer.
"Who are you?" She turned to the next dryer that was finished and started sorting the clothes
“Aza. You?” She asked, pouring some detergent into the dryer.
"I'm Callie." She started folding the pants.
“Nice to meet you,” She said, sniffing the detergent. “I think this is expired.”
"Yeah, use the one on the shelf." She took the one Aza was holding and threw it out. "They always do that."
She wrinkled her nose. “That’s vile.” She grabbed the one off the top shelf.
"It is." She scratched her head. "How long have you been here?"
“Few years,” she understated. “You?”
“Both,” She said, grabbing a runaway sock and tossing it in the washing machine.
"Care to explain?" She asked putting the finished on the table.
“I killed someone,” she shrugged, “and I was abandoned. So both. I was probably unwanted because I killed someone . . .” She thought. “I should be a prisoner, but I’m considered an unwanted because my parents abandoned me.
“Beats me. Some random dude. I needed a car.” She shrugged again, like killing someone for a car was perfectly normal.
“Chevy. Not awful, not the best.” She put the detergent back on the shelf.
"Was it worth the kill?" She took the next basket of clothes.
"That's a shame." She put her arms down and sighed.
"What about you?" Aza asked, pinning some of the hand-dry clothes above the washer
"Unwanted," she said sadly. She remembered the day like it was yesterday the way her parents looked at her. The noise her baby was making.
Her mouth turned down, but she corrected herself quickly and made it a straight line again. “Oh.”
"Yeah. Why did your parents abandon you?"
She grabbed the huge stack of clothes off the table next to the dryer. “These need to be sorted,” she said. “They didn’t want me.”
"Did you do something?" She took the clothes and started sorting them.
“Apparently I was born.” She said, shoving a wet top into the dryer.
“I wouldn’t know,” she replied.
"You never met them? You were born and they just left?"
“No. They were never really there,” she said. “Always partying, or drunk, or painting, or going to work. So irresponsible.”
She nodded and started folding the shirts. "Who took care of you?"
“Me.” She said simply. She folded an orange jumpsuit and noticed the hole in the front. Firing squad, she thought brutally.
"Was it hard?" She put the shirts in the basket and started on the pants.
“Not really. I was hungry and cold a lot.” Nothing compared to what she had been through here.
"That sucks." She finished the pants and sat down on the floor.
“Life story.” She tossed a handful of socks at the other girl.
"Oh, I was disowned." She said quietly.
“What?” She raised an eyebrow.
"My parents disowned me...because I got pregnant and I wanted to keep it." She sighed.
