The First Hello
�Here. This is your room. Amy, since we have such a huge house, we decided to hire a maid. You are not to socialize with her at all when you are home. Deal?� Amy�s �parents� asked her. �Yeah,� Amy responded. �Now unpack. We�re going to work now,� they said. �Bye Loser Bruisers,� Amy replied under her breath. As soon as Amy heard the garage door slam shut, she casually walked downstairs to explore the house. �Hmmm, nice kitchen.� She said to herself. �It�ll come in handy for that maid I�ll never see, and for my making midnight snacks.� She chuckled to herself.
Suddenly, she heard a �hello� from behind her. She flipped around as quick as a wink. �Hello. Are you the maid?� Amy asked. �Yes,� the woman responded. �My name is Concha. You must be Amy! Nice to meet you!� she said.
�Hello Concha. Yes I am Amy. My parents said we�re not supposed to be talking but� let�s break the rule of the Loser Bruisers! What do you say?� Amy said almost out of breath. �Um� who�s the Loser Bruisers, Amy? And, why do we want to break the rule of them?� Concha asked with a questioning look on her face. �Um� The Loser Bruisers are� what I um� call my parents.� Amy said slowly. �Now, Amy I�m sure your parents�� Concha started to say. �No, you don�t understand. They�re not my real parents! They�re my foster parents. My foster parents who are never around to love me or take care of me or watch out for me. In our old apartment in Wisconsin, I would just stay home for 4 hours after school cooped up in my room, doing my homework, or just sitting there secretly talking to my best friend, Allison, on the phone. I miss her so much. But sadly, we�ll never be able to keep in touch because� well, she doesn�t know our phone number, and the Loser Bruisers hide our phone from me so I can never use it.� Amy blurted out. �Oh, you poor thing! Well, what do you say you and I just have these secret talks everyday before your parents come home? But, I don�t know where the phone is! Sorry!� Concha said with a smile on her face.
�That�s great! I�ll have someone to talk to all the time! That makes me so happy. Oh, by the way, my parents come home at 7:00 sharp. They then sit down to dinner, eat, and then head up to bed since they go to work at 6:00 in the morning. They�re usually in bed by 9:30� Amy responded.
Suddenly, Amy heard the sound of the garage door opening. �Oh no! They�re home!� Amy exclaimed. She sprinted to her room while Concha pretended to be dusting. �Evening Dr. O�Hara, you are looking lovely this evening. Mrs. O�Hara, what a fine dress you have on! How was your day at work?� Concha said politely but groaning in her mind. �We�re just fine, thank you. Now, shouldn�t you be cleaning something?� Dr. and Mrs. O�Hara said snottily. Amy was listening through the keyhole from her room. �Let�s head to our room, shall we, Arthur?� Mrs. O�Hara said trying to get away from Concha. They were very racist people who never would tell anyone of it. �What an excellent idea, Genevieve,� Dr. O�Hara responded quickly.