Hannah Cowell's POV
'PRETTY PRETTY PLEEEEASE DON'T YOU EVER EVER FEEEEL....'
My phone rang at eight o'clock.
I was woke from my peaceful slumber. I felt for my phone and answered it.
"What?" I groaned. "Hannah...are you still not awake?" I heard my uncle's voice.
"Uncle Simon?" I sat up. "That's me..."
"Is something wrong?" I asked. "No! I'm just calling to check on my favorite niece!!!" He said sweetly. "Dude, you NEVER call me, what's up?" I rolled my eyes.
He sighed.
"I need you to come to my house, and...babysit someone." He said.
"Wait, I've never been to your house, and wait! Since when did you have kids?!" I exclaimed.
"I...adopted..."
"That's fancy! But honestly, I need details!" I said.
"Well, I will send my private jet to pick you up..." He said, making me raise a brow. "And you can have the guest suite..."
I raised my other brow. "Keep talkin'..." I gestured. "You have full access to the fridge...and of course you will be paid."
I nodded, "What about the kid?"
"Okay...well...he's um...eightee-er...eight..."
"Eighteen?" I asked. "No! He's eight! Sorry, he's just growing up so fast...it seems like he'll be eighteen in a matter on minutes..." Simon said. "Okay! Because I started to say...I'm only seventeen myself...and an eighteen year old doesn't need a babysitter I wouldn't think." I chuckled.
"But, I don't want to give up my summer break!"
"And of course you will be supplied with money for fun stuff, and there's a large amount of payment..."
"It's a deal."
"Great! I spoke to your father, and he agreed."
Uh huh. Okay. An eight year old. Fridge access. Guest suite. Private jet. Sounds good.
"When can you come out?" He asked. "Anytime..." I chuckled. "I'll send the jet out...tomorrow?"
"Hmm...." I thought. "Alright..."
"Thank you Hannah."
"Yup..." I hung up.
I started packing. I made a list of everything I would need.
After a few hours, my checklist was nearly complete.
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[X] Day outfits
[X] Pajamas
[X] Random clothes
[ ] Makeup and crap
[ ] Tampons and such
[ ] Shoes
[ ] Hair stuff
[ ] Electronics
[ ] Sketchbook
[ ] Art stuff
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Okay, I had a little ways to go...but who cares?!
When I finally actually finished, I was starving, as I didn't have breakfast.
It was nearly noon now, when I normally would be waking up.
I went to the kitchen. "Hey dad..." I smiled. "Hey honey!" He grinned. "All packed up?" He asked. "Yup. Ready to go!" I clapped.
