The Evil Eyes of a Neighbor
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Depending on how mean my parents want to be, they may have something for me to do on a sunday, it’s just one “simple” chore, then I’ve done my community service and am free to go. But the one they always have in mine for me requires me to leave the house, the garbage.
The job itself is not the issue here, it’s what the outside world has to offer the minute I step outside in my pajamas. The minute I open that garage door it’s like carnival outside my house cause
neighbors seem to spawn everywhere the minute my parents ask for me to take out the trash.
Luckily for me they don’t ever talk to me, probably because they are scared of my family from my sister crying every once in a while. However they do stare for the five seconds I step outside the house and then quickly walk back and I mean they stare.
Probably why they don’t want to risk speaking to me cause I do give them looks when I see the slightest bit of side eye. Really what’s giving me immunity for that is my age because it will for sure look immature for an adult to beef with a minor.
They of course quickly become fake whenever my mom wants to take out the trash saying “Good Morning” when really my mom has a bigger grudge on them than I do because they are terrible at parking their cars.
But it’s only for a couple of seconds and I’m sure they are nice people and only looking at me from the noise the trash cans make, and it’s fun making them uncomfortable by staring back at them cause I give them no reason to stare at me for that long.
With that in mind there can be reasons why people don’t like chores other than doing the job itself but try and not beef with your neighbors over starring cause you have to see them from time to time, at least do it without them noticing.
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