A Maid Named Amy Chapter 9

December 10th
     
     Harry is the sweetest little boy, my favorite of the Fox Family. And that's saying a lot. The poor little kid gets beat up as much as I do.

     In times like these, the picked-on have to stay together.

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     When Dad and Tascha had left for work and The Perfect Threesome + One (+ One = Alana) had gone to the mall with their boyfriends, Lindsey, Lani, Shelby, Abby, Magenna, Danielle, Avery and Team Strange came to help out again.

     "We brought what you asked for," Shelby noted, dumping the contents of two brown paper bags onto the dining room table. Black and white streamers, balloons, paper cups and plates, plastic table cloths, and black light bulbs littered the counter.

     "I also brought the new menu!" Kenya announced, setting the bags she carried onto the island in the kitchen.

     "Sweet," I answered, "Let me just put these away first," I began to gather the decorations back into their bags, but suddenly they loaded themselves back in and the bags zoomed into the pantry. My eyes widened and I stared around at everyone. Audrey had a smirk on her face.

     "What - ?"

     "Mind control," she, Lindsey, and Sophia answered at the same time.

     Blake sighed and explained, "They both have mind reading too,"

     I looked at Lindsey, "So mind reading runs in the family?"

     She looked guilty, "Yes,"

     "She thinks it's a curse or something, but I think it's fun," Audrey said.

     "It's not fun, it's abnormal and an invasion of privacy!" Lindsey fired, "I've been called a freak before because of it,"

     "In case you haven't known, Lindsey dear, we live in an abnormal world. So we're nothing out of the ordinary." She rolled her eyes and continued to explain, "I can do anything that involves my mind,"

     "Like moving objects," I stated, "What else?"

     "Control emotions," she said. For an example, she focused on Lindsey, who was extremely pissed off. After a minute or two, a smile broke across her face and she started jumping up and down like a little kid on Christmas. Audrey withdrew her attention and Lindsey immediately because mad again.

     "And?" I asked.

     "Make people feel mental pain," she answered.

     "Hey, that's my job!" Blake protested. Then he said to Kenya, "Your grandparents doing it," Kenya thought about it for a minute, then cried, "EWWWW!"

     Everyone laughed.

     "Alright guys, let's get working!" Audrey laughed.

     "So what did Alana say about the menu change?" Kenya asked.

     "She said it was fine, only because it'd get more boys to come," I answered.

     "It sure will!" Rockie agreed, "Men like their meat!"
      
     The doorbell rang the same time as Lindsey's cell phone rang. She picked it up while I ran to the door. Kai waited on the other side with her sewing things. She hugged me as I let her in.

      "I gotta make some alterations to your dress," she told me, setting her stuff by the door and rummaging around for my dress.

     "I can't go," I told her.

     "What?" she quickly glanced around at me.

     "My dad grounded me for slapping Alana and 'sneaking out to see a boy,'"

     "You snuck out to see Matt?" she questioned.

     "No, I snuck out to see Shelby, remember?"

     "Then how'd he get the 'boy' part?"

     "Alana," I answered simply.

     "Got it," She understood.

     "Hey, Amy!" Avery called from the kitchen, "Where were you last night?"

     "What?" I asked, confused.

     "We were supposed to clean that mansion at five and you weren't there."

     "Oh shit, I was with Matt!"

     "Again?" Kai groaned.

      "Kai, I'm not going to dump him just because you groan."

     "Fine," she pouted, "Well, while I'm here, I need to put some alterations on Shelby and Danielle's dress too." She picked up her sewing supplies and headed upstairs, "Shelby, Danielle, Rockie, upstairs!"

     "Coming!" they called together, hoping upstairs after her. I rolled my eyes and walked back into the kitchen. Lindsey slapped her phone shut with an irritated grunt.

     "Eggman's terrorizing the city again," she sighed, placing her phone back in her pocket, "I've gotta go help,"

     "Okay,"

     As Lindsey reached the door to let herself out, she called back to her cousin, "Audray, don't get into any trouble. Amy will call me if you do,"

     "I'm the responsible one, remember?" Audray called back.

     Lindsey rolled her eyes, "You the second youngest too, remember?"

     "Shut up, Lindsey,"
    














     The day went by fast, and by six everyone left out the back door, leaving the fridge stocked with food and the house sparkling clean. I climbed the wooden stairs. I wasn't even at the top when the oak front doors slammed open and closed and everyone was shouting. The Perfect Threesome + One climbed the stairs to their rooms, pushing me out of their way harshly. I leaned over the railing to see Harry backing into a wall, with Dad advancing on him.

     "Son, how many times have I told you that if you wanted something, we'll buy it for you?!"

     You say that all the time and you never buy him anything, I thought bitterly.

     "Stealing is not the way to get something you want. Do you realize that every time you do something stupid, like cheating or stealing, it costs me more and more of my reputation?! I'm the mayor whose kids steal gum and candy!"

      And the mayor who cares more about his reputation than his own kids.

     "You are the most bird-brained, unworthy, irresponsible kid –"

     I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped down the stairs two at a time and ran in front of Harry.

     "Get out of the way, Amy," he growled.

     "No," I retorted.

     "Don't you dare disrespect or disobey me!"

      "Remember that respect discussion we had, Dad? You respect me and I'll respect you,"

     "Then respect me by moving aside," his face was boiling and steam rolled out of his ears.

     "No," I stood my ground. Harry pressed himself against the back of my legs, hiding.

     SLAP!

     An angry red pattern of his hand bloomed on my cheek, stinging like crazy. I didn't falter as I glared at him, watching his frame rise and fall with heavy breaths. Harry whimpered behind me, grabbing onto the skin of my legs tightly.

     "I told you to move aside," he repeated, "Respect your father, young lady,"

     "You're not my father!" I screamed, "You're a monster!"

     His hand swung up to hit me when the doorbell rang. He took a deep breath, straightened his suit, and went to answer the door.

     "Come on, Harry," I picked him up. He wrapped his tiny arms and legs around me, "Let's go to the park,"





     That night I was called into the mayor's office again; grounded for another week as soon as I get back from my Mom's house.