Jarod, my middle brother, can be quite a nuisance. He is 14 years old and quite a cute child. His sandy blonde hair goes perfectly with his deep, piercing, blue eyes. His nose looks like a ski slope with a ball at the end of his nose. His smile filled with braces could get him anything he asked for. He had a body of a miniature Roman god. He has perfect proportions of his torso to legs, height and width, and arms to chest.
The day was like any other, but this one began with a different start. The weekends are my days to sleep in, so I do not typically get up until 10:00 AM. As I slept and my parents worked, Jarod had done all the chores. Our chores are not that difficult, but we have an issue with starting them in the morning and actually finishing them. This can be very true on the weekends as well. I had woken this morning to the constant drone of a vacuum cleaner. I stepped out of my room and noticed my hallway void of dirt and hair.
“Good morning Taylor” called out a chipper voice. Jarod started a bull rush to give me a great big bear hug.
“Good morning Jarod” I replied “did you do all of the chores this morning?” I began looking around the house to see almost all the chores done.
In a cheerful reply he said “yes, dad needs them house clean for some people. They are coming over to assess the house. I promised I would get them all done today. He said I couldn’t complain if you and Ryan don’t want to help.” He had got in trouble a few days before this, so guess it was his punishment and he would be rewarded afterwards. His feet moved like lightning as he bolted back to the living room to finish vacuuming.
I went into the kitchen and saw that the mountain of dishes from the previous night had been completely cleaned. His action had peaked my interest so watched him as he finished vacuuming and then went on to clean his room. His room looked as messy as if a tornado had touched down in it. He started by his door picking up all of the clothes in the room....