The Complexity of Washing Clothes

[Petey]

The first crucial moments of Grant's life at Danwood Academy were being spent in the most unusual of places: the school laundry mat. The Sophomore boy had come to the school with very few clean clothes, for his mother was out of town upon his leave and the three men in the home knew nothing of clothes washing. So unfortunately, Grant was forced to retire his morning to the wash room, trying to figure out that insane chore they called "laundry".

Was grey considered a black, or a white? What about his black shirt with white stripes-- where did that fit in? Was Tide all that different from All? How much fabric softener were you suppose to use?

Grant stood there, dumbfounded, looking from one pile of clothes to the next. He needed some help, that was for sure!

[Giovanna Giusti]

Anna walked into the Laundry Mat and walked to the Washing Machine infront of Grants. She looked at him and he seemed confused. Giovanna smiled at the confused lookon his face. She opened the washed and put in her delicates. She poured in her softener then plaed 3 quarters inside of the machine. In a matter of seconds the machine was rumbling.

[Petey]

Grant noticed Giovanna the moment she walked in, though being the shy boy he was, merely smiled at her with a nod. He did, however, watch her as she started up her laundry-- she did it all so quickly! It was as if it was nothing! He wet his lips, watching her machine for a moment as it shook slightly, then looked over at her, smiling a small, pathetic smile. "Excuse me-- I don't mean to bother you or anything... but... You think you could help me? It's just, I don't really know --I mean-- does..." He blushed a bit at his rambling, wetting his lips. Then, trying another attempt, he held up his black and white striped shirt, looking over at her. "What do I was this with...?" he asked, raising a brow at the girl.

[Giovanna Giusti]

Anna smiled sweetly happy that he'd asked her for help. "Consider it as a black, you dont want the black stripes to fade into the whites." She spoke with an italian accent. She shook her head lighty so her hair would get out of her eyes. "Im Giovanna you can call me Anna." Giovanna extented a hand to the boy.

[Petey]

Grant smiled, noticing her accent. Thought it wasn't until she said her name that it clicked just what accent it was. He reached over the washing machine, taking her hand in his own and shaking it with a smile. "Nice t' meet ya, Anna. I'm Grant," he said, his own Boston accent thick as ever. He tossed the shirt in his other hand into the black pile, glad she'd helped him; he never would have figured that out on his own!

[Giovanna Giusti]

Anna grabbed her whites and started another load in the machine next to the one that was already running. "Well glad to meet you Grant." She gave another sweet smile the started the washer. "So what year are you in?" Giovanna asked politly.

[Petey]

Grant wet his lips, leaning over to put his blacks into the machine. "I'm a Sophomore," he said to Anna, glancing over at her as he did so. "What about you?" he asked, raising a brow as he looked down at the assortment of detergents, silently debating which to use.

[Giovanna Giusti]

Anna pulled herself unto one of the empty washer before answering. "Sophomore" She ran a hand through her hair and started humming the song her mother had taught her. Anna swung her legs as she waited for her clothes to finish.

[Petey]

Grant smiled some, nodding as he went with the Tide, filling up a capfull and tossing it in. Then he started up the wash, turning his back to the machine and leaning against it, his hands in his pockets. He listened to Anna for a few moments, then looked over at her, smiling a bit. "What is that?"

[Giovanna Giusti]

"Oh It's a song my mom taught me when I was little it's italian. let me try to tranfer it from Italian to English. Lets see...Listen to the wind its blowing soft and sweet. You smiling at me everyday is a beautiful, beautiful treat..." She was cut off by the washer machine buzzing to annouce that her clothes were done. She hopped off the washer and took out her delicates. After popping in three quarters into the dryer, she turned the knod to delicate and threw her clothes in. "Sorry 'bout that." Anna apologized about the song. She walked over to the unused locker and hopped backon it.

[Petey]

Grant smiled, shaking his head. "Don't be sorry. It's nice. You can speak Italian...?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.

[Giovanna Giusti]

"Yea I lived there untill I was ten then I moved here to America for higher education." Anna smiled as her oter load buzzed. She switched to the dryer and popped in some coins. "This place is going to run me dry of quarters."

[Petey]

Grant chuckled some, nodding as his first load finally finished. "You think, so long as they're making us do it ourselves, they could at least make it free..." He shrugged and moved his clothes to a dryer, then put another load in the wash.

[Giovanna Giusti]

Anna smiled sweetly. "You seem really nice." She shook her head again because her hair fell infront of her eyes again. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them to hide her gigantic smile.

[Petey]

Grant blushed slightly at her statement, looking over at her with a smile. "Oh, well... thanks. Heh. You seem really nice as well." He nodded, looking back to the washer so that she couldn't see the red that was growing in his cheeks.