I am a Pack Mule

Even though I have completed all of my due assignments in all of my classes, I still find it quite hard to keep away from Kelmscott Senior High. For most of the day today I came to the school, came home and did the whole process three times because early before school actually started I had to give a burnt CD to Mrs Marchent for the school yearbook cover competition because she and the art teachers who looked at the covers I had to offer chose mine and plus she wanted a "blank" copy of the front and back cover of the yearbook for resizing for the printers to print the cover correctly so that it's all nice and perfect. I walked out of the school once that was done because I simply had the permission to (because of completing my all my work and being a non-TEE leaver). My sister rang me a few minutes after I had entered the house (I set off the security alarm in the hallway because I thought the alarm was unarmed)and told me to march back to school just to get the digital camera that she brought with her to take pictures with and walk back home to print them and walk back to school to give the printings to her (which I did rather grudgingly). After printing the damned photos for her I had to repeat the whole process of going to school to give the photos and walk back home again, how tiring and frustrating! I should lucky that it's not an "official" school week for me because then I would have to carry heavier things that she manages to lugs around the school, like her artwork folder carrying bag and her metal lunchbox. I manage to do those tasks without complaint (being a goody-twoshoes for most of my life, I find it quite hard to rebel and disobey orders), but it's worse when we're shopping, despite the more lighter, but more massive loads. But this isn't the first time that I'm treated like this.