Post by ycsdramagurl on Jan 30, 2010 1:30:55 GMT -5
Cliche title, I know ;D Sooo...this is my first story on this site. I'm a little nervous to see what you all think about it ^_^; Well, I hope you guys enjoy it!
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The job was simple: Get in, get out, get paid. The occasional problem would occur, but nothing that I could handle. I am a professional, after all. What is my title, exactly? By day, I am your normal high school junior, an all around normal girl from Hardover, Conneticut, Normal, two parent, two sibling family, normal body type, normal everything. But by night, I make my transformation into Leah MacAllen: Babysitter Extraordinaire.
You’re laughing now, aren’t you? Let me just say that babysitting is NOT for the faint of heart. Trust me when I say that I am a professional. I’ve babysat them all: the Thompson Terrors, the Parson brothers, even the Harris triplets (now THAT is an interesting story). In fact, there was only one family I hadn’t babysat for; the Lewis kids.
Fortunately, my credentials spoke for me, and so I was immediately employed for Saturday night at 6:30. Normally, I don’t walk into a job offer blind. I usually talk to the other babysitters from around the area to see if there’s anything off about the job: Alcoholic parents, needy children, that sort of thing. The only thing actually weird about the job was that I had no references. Nobody I talked to knew anything about them other than that they just moved to the neighborhood last month from a town about twenty miles away. Strange, considering the school year was almost over and a family with children decided to move, but stranger that there were still no references. Needless to say, I was a bit nervous about my first blind job offer. Oh well, what’s the worst that can happen, right?
Pulling my sienna hair into a ponytail, up and out of my matching toffee colored eyes, I sat in my car, making myself look professional. Yeah, it sounds stupid, but I take my job very seriously. Smoothing out my boot cut jeans and blue lace camisole under my brown shrug, I cast my eyes down to the digital clock. 6:27. Early is good, but punctual is better. I stood and walked out of my 1997, turquoise blue Acura Integra Rs, which I can proudly say I paid for myself with my babysitting money. Sure, it was a piece of crap and had about seven hundred miles on it when I first got it, but it was mine.
With a deep breath, I walked up the long, gravel driveway to the white, two story house with light blue shutters. Nothing unusual so far. Small shrubs lined the front of the house in a manner that was almost cheery. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Call it my babysitter’s intuition, but something just didn’t feel right.
I raised my hand to knock on the door. My heart nearly leapt into my throat when the dark green door swung away from my reach and a woman appeared at the door. “Oh, you must be Leah! Come in, come in!” The woman, who I could only assume was Sarah Lewis exclaimed. Her dark black hair was curled, framing her face, and her light blue eyes were accented with subtle green eyeliner. “Thank you so much for babysitting, I’ve heard great references about you.” She smiled, looking at me gratefully.
I gave my best responsible babysitter smile, turning on the charm. “Oh, it’s no problem at all.” I remarked, shaking her hand. “Now, I just need to know a few things. Do the kids have any allergies or medication? And do they need to be fed? And if I can get some emergency contact numbers, that would be great.” Piling on the information makes for a happy customer. Happy customers means a permanent babysitting job.
“No, no and I’ve got a note on the fridge with my cell phone and the number of the bar.” Karen said, absently digging through her purse. “The karaoke bar closes at 2, so I’ll be home around 2:30.” Okay, good sign. Especially considering she’s not scantily clad like most bar goers. “If you could make sure the kids finish their homework, that would be great.” She smiled, walking to a set of stairs connecting to the kitchen. “Abby, Nick, the babysitter’s here!”
Her call was answered by two sets of pounding feet from overhead, running from the floor above to the stairs. A small girl with light blonde and her mother’s blue eyes came down first, followed by a boy, slightly older with black hair and brown eyes. “Nick, Abby, this is Leah, Leah, Nick and Abby.” Sarah introduced. “Abby’s seven and Nick is nine.” I nodded. At least it wouldn’t be too hard to distinguish between the two.
I looked to the two. Abby gave a small wave and Nick smiled. Oh thank the lord, they’re well behaved. A babysitter can tell personalities within the first few seconds meeting. I returned her wave and smiled. Either they are genuinely nice, or they’re really good actors. Sarah slung her bag around her shoulder. “Alright, I’ve gotta go. I’ll be back later.” She walked over to the children and planted a kiss on each of their cheeks. “Good night, babies.” She said, hugging both of them, and turning towards the door. “Have fun you guys!” She called before walking out the door.
I waited for the transformation from perfect angels to royal pains the ass to begin. It didn’t come. Very good sign. “Alright guys, your mother asked me to make sure you do your homework. What do you guys have?” I asked.
“I already finished mine.” Nick spoke up. Abby nodded. “Me too.” She said in a small voice.
I smiled. “Guys, don’t worry, I’m not here to be an over powering babysitter, I’m here to be your friend. Now, since your homework’s already done, let’s do something fun.” I said, clapping my hands together.
Nick’s eyes widened. “What did you have in mind?” He asked warily.
With that, I walked over to my bag o’ wonders on the kitchen table. Every good babysitter has one. Following true babysitter form, I reached down into the bottom of my bag and pulled out the first thing I laid my hand on. I pulled out a small jar of clay. “Looks like clay sculptures to me.” At the mention of clay, Abby grinned brightly. It also looks like we’ve got a match.
For the next few hours, the kids and I formed the babysitter-child bond that only comes from three hours of arts and crafts. I looked up at the wall clock; 9:02. “Oops, looks like it’s time for bed.” I announced. The kids groaned.
“Aw, come on Leah.” Nick complained, playing with his clay dog sculpture. Abby looked up from her flower. “Yes, we’re actually having fun!” Abby whined. Isn’t it awesome that just a few hours ago she wouldn’t even talk?
I held up my hand. “No buts. Off to the bathroom with both of you. Brush your teeth and I’ll be in a bit to tuck you in.” I declared, piling the excess clay and art materials back into my bag. With a sigh, I finished packing up my things and set my bag aside for later when the kids were asleep. It had been a good night; No fighting, no arguments, nothing whatsoever. I would actually LIKE coming back as a regular here.
I climbed the steps up into the room on the left. Apparently, the two shared a room. Abby was already laying down in her bed, and Nick was reading a book. I smiled. “Alright guys, time for bed.” I announced, walking over and tucking Abby in. “Good night, Abby.” I whispered. She gave a small smile. I walked over to Nick’s side of the room, shutting off the lamp. “Good night, Nick.” I said quietly. “Good night, Leah.” He said.
Just as I was walking out of the room, I heard a small voice from behind me. “Leah?” I heard Abby’s voice ask.
“Yes, honey?” I asked, turning the bedside lamp back on.
“Could you read us a bed time story?” I looked skeptical. Sarah DID say 9:00, and it was already past then.
“Yeah, please?” I heard Nick chime in. “We can’t get to sleep without a story.”
I sighed, looking at the clock; 9:15. “I guess one story wouldn’t hurt.” I said, pulling up a chair. “What one do you want to hear?”
“Ooh, ooh, can you read that one?” Abby asked, pointing to a book shelf high above my head. I looked up and saw a single brown book on the top shelf a few inches above my head.
Nick frowned. “Mother doesn’t want us reading that one. You know that, Abby.” He chided.
Abby’s smile dipped into a frown. “Oh, Leah, please? Pretty please with sugar and sprinkles on top?”
I gave a small laugh. “Well, what harm could one chapter do?” I reached up to the book and read the title. ‘The Knight’s Apprentice’. Sounds like a good read. Without another word, I flipped it open to the first page.
“Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a young squire in an ancient land known as Carteria. This squire was no ordinary squire mind you, in that she was a young woman in disguise. Her parents had always wanted her to become a proper lady, but she had other plans…
“And so, she and her prince lived happily ever after. The End.” I finished. I looked up. I smiled when I heard the children faintly snoring. I yawned, realizing it was around eleven o’clock. Stretching, I fell asleep in the chair, not even bothering to walk downstairs.
“Leah! Leah, wake up!” I heard a voice whisper. My back in knots, I slowly opened my eyes. My eyes shot open as I gazed at the scene around me. I was lying in some sort of forest, the twilight of dawn just peaking over the horizon. Nick was sitting back on his legs, hugging his sister in fear. “Where are we?” He whispered. Good question.
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The job was simple: Get in, get out, get paid. The occasional problem would occur, but nothing that I could handle. I am a professional, after all. What is my title, exactly? By day, I am your normal high school junior, an all around normal girl from Hardover, Conneticut, Normal, two parent, two sibling family, normal body type, normal everything. But by night, I make my transformation into Leah MacAllen: Babysitter Extraordinaire.
You’re laughing now, aren’t you? Let me just say that babysitting is NOT for the faint of heart. Trust me when I say that I am a professional. I’ve babysat them all: the Thompson Terrors, the Parson brothers, even the Harris triplets (now THAT is an interesting story). In fact, there was only one family I hadn’t babysat for; the Lewis kids.
Fortunately, my credentials spoke for me, and so I was immediately employed for Saturday night at 6:30. Normally, I don’t walk into a job offer blind. I usually talk to the other babysitters from around the area to see if there’s anything off about the job: Alcoholic parents, needy children, that sort of thing. The only thing actually weird about the job was that I had no references. Nobody I talked to knew anything about them other than that they just moved to the neighborhood last month from a town about twenty miles away. Strange, considering the school year was almost over and a family with children decided to move, but stranger that there were still no references. Needless to say, I was a bit nervous about my first blind job offer. Oh well, what’s the worst that can happen, right?
Pulling my sienna hair into a ponytail, up and out of my matching toffee colored eyes, I sat in my car, making myself look professional. Yeah, it sounds stupid, but I take my job very seriously. Smoothing out my boot cut jeans and blue lace camisole under my brown shrug, I cast my eyes down to the digital clock. 6:27. Early is good, but punctual is better. I stood and walked out of my 1997, turquoise blue Acura Integra Rs, which I can proudly say I paid for myself with my babysitting money. Sure, it was a piece of crap and had about seven hundred miles on it when I first got it, but it was mine.
With a deep breath, I walked up the long, gravel driveway to the white, two story house with light blue shutters. Nothing unusual so far. Small shrubs lined the front of the house in a manner that was almost cheery. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Call it my babysitter’s intuition, but something just didn’t feel right.
I raised my hand to knock on the door. My heart nearly leapt into my throat when the dark green door swung away from my reach and a woman appeared at the door. “Oh, you must be Leah! Come in, come in!” The woman, who I could only assume was Sarah Lewis exclaimed. Her dark black hair was curled, framing her face, and her light blue eyes were accented with subtle green eyeliner. “Thank you so much for babysitting, I’ve heard great references about you.” She smiled, looking at me gratefully.
I gave my best responsible babysitter smile, turning on the charm. “Oh, it’s no problem at all.” I remarked, shaking her hand. “Now, I just need to know a few things. Do the kids have any allergies or medication? And do they need to be fed? And if I can get some emergency contact numbers, that would be great.” Piling on the information makes for a happy customer. Happy customers means a permanent babysitting job.
“No, no and I’ve got a note on the fridge with my cell phone and the number of the bar.” Karen said, absently digging through her purse. “The karaoke bar closes at 2, so I’ll be home around 2:30.” Okay, good sign. Especially considering she’s not scantily clad like most bar goers. “If you could make sure the kids finish their homework, that would be great.” She smiled, walking to a set of stairs connecting to the kitchen. “Abby, Nick, the babysitter’s here!”
Her call was answered by two sets of pounding feet from overhead, running from the floor above to the stairs. A small girl with light blonde and her mother’s blue eyes came down first, followed by a boy, slightly older with black hair and brown eyes. “Nick, Abby, this is Leah, Leah, Nick and Abby.” Sarah introduced. “Abby’s seven and Nick is nine.” I nodded. At least it wouldn’t be too hard to distinguish between the two.
I looked to the two. Abby gave a small wave and Nick smiled. Oh thank the lord, they’re well behaved. A babysitter can tell personalities within the first few seconds meeting. I returned her wave and smiled. Either they are genuinely nice, or they’re really good actors. Sarah slung her bag around her shoulder. “Alright, I’ve gotta go. I’ll be back later.” She walked over to the children and planted a kiss on each of their cheeks. “Good night, babies.” She said, hugging both of them, and turning towards the door. “Have fun you guys!” She called before walking out the door.
I waited for the transformation from perfect angels to royal pains the ass to begin. It didn’t come. Very good sign. “Alright guys, your mother asked me to make sure you do your homework. What do you guys have?” I asked.
“I already finished mine.” Nick spoke up. Abby nodded. “Me too.” She said in a small voice.
I smiled. “Guys, don’t worry, I’m not here to be an over powering babysitter, I’m here to be your friend. Now, since your homework’s already done, let’s do something fun.” I said, clapping my hands together.
Nick’s eyes widened. “What did you have in mind?” He asked warily.
With that, I walked over to my bag o’ wonders on the kitchen table. Every good babysitter has one. Following true babysitter form, I reached down into the bottom of my bag and pulled out the first thing I laid my hand on. I pulled out a small jar of clay. “Looks like clay sculptures to me.” At the mention of clay, Abby grinned brightly. It also looks like we’ve got a match.
For the next few hours, the kids and I formed the babysitter-child bond that only comes from three hours of arts and crafts. I looked up at the wall clock; 9:02. “Oops, looks like it’s time for bed.” I announced. The kids groaned.
“Aw, come on Leah.” Nick complained, playing with his clay dog sculpture. Abby looked up from her flower. “Yes, we’re actually having fun!” Abby whined. Isn’t it awesome that just a few hours ago she wouldn’t even talk?
I held up my hand. “No buts. Off to the bathroom with both of you. Brush your teeth and I’ll be in a bit to tuck you in.” I declared, piling the excess clay and art materials back into my bag. With a sigh, I finished packing up my things and set my bag aside for later when the kids were asleep. It had been a good night; No fighting, no arguments, nothing whatsoever. I would actually LIKE coming back as a regular here.
I climbed the steps up into the room on the left. Apparently, the two shared a room. Abby was already laying down in her bed, and Nick was reading a book. I smiled. “Alright guys, time for bed.” I announced, walking over and tucking Abby in. “Good night, Abby.” I whispered. She gave a small smile. I walked over to Nick’s side of the room, shutting off the lamp. “Good night, Nick.” I said quietly. “Good night, Leah.” He said.
Just as I was walking out of the room, I heard a small voice from behind me. “Leah?” I heard Abby’s voice ask.
“Yes, honey?” I asked, turning the bedside lamp back on.
“Could you read us a bed time story?” I looked skeptical. Sarah DID say 9:00, and it was already past then.
“Yeah, please?” I heard Nick chime in. “We can’t get to sleep without a story.”
I sighed, looking at the clock; 9:15. “I guess one story wouldn’t hurt.” I said, pulling up a chair. “What one do you want to hear?”
“Ooh, ooh, can you read that one?” Abby asked, pointing to a book shelf high above my head. I looked up and saw a single brown book on the top shelf a few inches above my head.
Nick frowned. “Mother doesn’t want us reading that one. You know that, Abby.” He chided.
Abby’s smile dipped into a frown. “Oh, Leah, please? Pretty please with sugar and sprinkles on top?”
I gave a small laugh. “Well, what harm could one chapter do?” I reached up to the book and read the title. ‘The Knight’s Apprentice’. Sounds like a good read. Without another word, I flipped it open to the first page.
“Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a young squire in an ancient land known as Carteria. This squire was no ordinary squire mind you, in that she was a young woman in disguise. Her parents had always wanted her to become a proper lady, but she had other plans…
“And so, she and her prince lived happily ever after. The End.” I finished. I looked up. I smiled when I heard the children faintly snoring. I yawned, realizing it was around eleven o’clock. Stretching, I fell asleep in the chair, not even bothering to walk downstairs.
“Leah! Leah, wake up!” I heard a voice whisper. My back in knots, I slowly opened my eyes. My eyes shot open as I gazed at the scene around me. I was lying in some sort of forest, the twilight of dawn just peaking over the horizon. Nick was sitting back on his legs, hugging his sister in fear. “Where are we?” He whispered. Good question.
Tis Amaya from everywhere! *flails* x3 
