“Dio santo!” I blasphemed with shaking fingers.

I hated the first day of a new school year and this was the worst by far.

“You ready?” Maria called from the other side of the door.

My shirts and skirts were dry-cleaned and appeared like magic weekly. The magic didn't extend to Maria until I put my foot down. Now we spent zero time on school laundry which gave us more time to do the things we enjoyed.

My white collared shirt was clean and crisp and the ...