11.21b

I'm really angry at my mom this time. She's forcing me to do what she wants. Right now, I'm doing dishes. I pick up the plates and I slap them down. I throw the silverware into the sink so hard a couple of forks bounce out and clatter to the ground. I kick one, and it slides under the sink, way out of sight. "Ha!" I shout. "Stupid fork!" I squeeze the soap into the sink way too hard. There's way too much soap, but I don't care. I'm mad. I turn on the water and watch as the soap bubbles start to climb their way up the sides of the sink.
This is dumb, I think to myself. Mom won't let me go to the park today because I have chores and homework. I really wanted to play outside with my friends. The sink is filling up slowly with water, but the bubbles are climbing lots faster than the water level. The bubbles are piling on top of each other, taller and taller. This is dumb. I don't want to do the stupid dishes. I realize I don't know where that fork went. I bend down to find it, but it's shoved way under the sink in the dark. I reach in there and my heart starts to beat faster and faster as my arm goes further and further. I've found some kind of hole under the sink. I open the drawer next to me and grab the flash light. I get down on my hands and knees and I aim the flashlight right down the hole. It is a hole! I can see all the way back inside to the wall. On the right, I can see the pipes of the sink. On the left, I can see the fork, but further back, I see something strange. There's a small, dark furball. Suddenly, it turns and looks at me: a mouse! I shout "Woah!" and I jump back, crashing into the table behind me. A couple glasses fall off the table and the chair gets knocked to the floor. I was just surprised, is all. I look up and see the sink start overflowing with soap bubbles. They're falling all over the floor. Mom walks in and sees the mess.
"What are you doing!?" she shouts.
I start laughing as the soap bubbles drift down and land on the floor. Mom runs over and turns off the water. She gives me a look.
"Okay," I say. "I'll do the dishes."