Pigeons,Carrots, and a boy named Louis

Chapter 1- Welcome To Your Future

~~~( Eleanor's P.O.V )~~~

-you make me feel like I'm living a..-

"uhhhhhhh...leave me aloneeeeee..." I groan out loud as some moron is trying to call me in the middle of the night? Do people not sleep anymore or something?

-teenage dream the way you turn me on..-

"Leave me alone peasant.." I groan once more as roll over and bury my face into a pillow trying to block out my annoying ring tone of 'Teenage Dream'. Defiantly time to get a new ringtone.. 

-I cant sleep..-

"Neither can I, what the hell do you want!" I yell as I throw an innocent pillow next to me and nearly blind myself with how fast I opened my eyes. I squint at the bright light beaming from my iPhone. The name 'UNCLE SIMON!' flashing across the screen with the 'Answer Call' key waiting to be slid across with my pudgy finger. I glance over at the clock.. 3am..you've got to be kidding me.

"I swear you are the only grown up on earth that can wake me up at 3am without me...." I murmur in the middle of a yawn not being able to finish my sentence.

"Good morning to you too Eleanor. Are you still in the babysitting business?" Simon asks curiously. I can imagine him sitting on his couch with a stern facial expression plastered on his face while counting his billions.

"Yes I am. Is this the reason why you called me at 3am to make sure I still have a job?" I ask, rubbing  my eyes and swinging my legs over the side of my bed to sit up straight. If this seriously is the reason why he called me I'm going to kill him..well in my head at least. I already have enough problems and going to jail doesn't seem like a great solution. 

"Sort of. You're on the right track. I called you because I have 5 boys who are driving me crazy and I am looking for someone to watch over them." He says with a hint of hope, strange. Wouldn't he call professionals or something if he was really this 'desperate?'

Then something hit me.. "Sure.. wait, since when have you had kids?"

"They aren't actually mine."

"So you kidnapped them?"

"No Eleanor. I signed a contract with them."

"Like a contract killer?"

"No El I'm not a murderer I'm a billionaire and a lot of other things. What time is it right now in Boston?" (Boston, Massachusetts- In America/USA/The States/ etc..)

" It's 3am and how hard can the job be?" I ask in the middle of another yawn that sounded more like,'3am uhhsgshaja how harddd could the job BeEeeee uhhhh'

"Hard enough that 3 people already quit the job.. and they were grown men." He says with much concern in his voice. Doubtful much? I'm actually surprised he could understand my sentence. 

An awkward silence hangs among us as we each ponder in thought. I'm stronger than those 3 guys I mean if I could deal with a divorce of my parents and my ex boyfriend coming to my house drunk and abusing me I'm sure I can deal with 5 immature kids. "I'm in."

"Good, start packing now I'll be down at 8am, say goodbye to Boston and hello to Manchester, Britain." Before I have a chance to respond, the line clicks and the screen stops glowing, leaving me in a room full of darkness. Lovely, just lovely. I sigh and force myself off my bed.

I stumble through the darkness as I attempt to find my closet. After about bumping into five painful objects, I finally find the wooden closet door. I groan and turn the knob, a wonderful greeting of a avalanche of clothes dumps on my face. I groan and fight through the ruckus to get to my suitcase. Damn clothes.. and what's funny is that half of this crap isn't even mine! My sister ran out of room in her closet so she stores all her stuff in my closet as well.. go figure.