<div class="floatleft">(https://images3.imgbox.com/f5/3d/rw8XRHgw_o.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 5th, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool room<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Furious!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Celeste<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Mar would watch her little girl pout her way back upstairs to change with a little smirk on her face and a slow shake of her head. Was she like that when she was young? Did every parent think that at some point?<br/>When Celeste disappeared upstairs Mar got to work on the kitchen, cleaning everything that was still sitting out, loading up the dishwasher, and making sure everything was back in its proper place. When she was done the kitchen was once again immaculate, just the way she liked her space. Then it was time to get herself ready.<br/><br/>A quick shower and she dressed herself in her typical fashion: old band t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Then she was off to take care of the little bit of her own work, at the bistro.<br/>"I'll be home before long, sweetie…" she called up to Celeste on her way out. Then she was out the door and heading down the road, absolutely sure that their good little girl would get her chores done like she was told.<br/><br/>Fortunately her work at the bistro was just a few phone calls and signing some checks. It really hadn't taken too long at all, and then she was making her way back out to her car. Next was a stop at the market. She wanted to snuggle up with Celeste and watch a movie, two if Erin was up for it when she got home. What better way to do that than with a big bowl of piping hot, homemade, kettle corn! She loaded her kart up with all the ingredients they would need, along with any other drinks and snacks that looked good. Then it was a quick checkout, and back in her car to head home.<br/><br/>When she parked in the garage she expected to see the gardening gloves and weeding tool put away, to show that Celeste had finished her work. When she didn't see them part of her wondered if the weeding had been too big a chore for Celeste. After all, she hadn't wanted her little girl sweating away in the hot sun all day long. But when she put her bags in the kitchen and went around to the back yard to check on her, she found the gloves and tool discarded in the dirt, along with plenty of unpulled weeds. Now Daddy's lips were pursed with mild irritation.<br/><br/>Celeste must have decided to take a break and watch tv, so she went to the den to check the couch, but the young blonde was nowhere to be found. She checked her bedroom next, wondering if she had decided to take a nap. But there was no little girl curled up in her bed. Although based on the clothes she had been wearing, being left sitting around, and no sign of the shower being on, Mar had an idea of where her little girl was. Now any humor in the situation was replaced by growing into frustration.<br/><br/>When she found Celeste, the girl was indeed napping, on a towel, right next to the pool!<br/>Any other day the sight of the beautiful young woman laying out by the pool in her cute little swimsuit, would have been way too good of an invitation to pass up. She might even have woken up her little girl by sitting on her face right there. But today she found her daughter slacking off on her chores, deliberately going to the pool without telling anyone, and even falling asleep where she could have rolled in and drowned herself! Mar was nearly beat red as she took up her position standing right above young Celeste. Her hands balled into fists, and folded tight over her chest. It was time to wake their little girl up…<br/><br/>"CELESTE SINCLAIR! What on EARTH do you think you're doing, young lady!?"