As Saturday approached, so did disaster.
Although, I know what you're thinking: the old cliché babysitting trauma..
This however is not the case...
"Wake-up! Wake-up! Wake-up!," cries Aiden (once again).
I jolted upright, awoken from my once neatly made sheets, now krinkled and wrinkled in weird places.
"Hi...." I remark. My voice exclaiming that "not-an-early-person tone."
Aiden once again was wearing themed cotton pyjamas. However, this time, they were covered with Angry Bird's logos, trademarks and characters. An angry bird's sleeping mask was resting lightly on his forehead. His light brown hair was poking over the top. He smiled at me, that 7 year-old smile, I never get tired of. After we both were dressed, Aiden and I had breakfast. Mum being at work, meant I was in charge of breakfast.
"So... What would you like for breakfast?", I queried.
"Bacon and Eggs!" He whisper-shouts.
I begin collecting the necessities:
•Bacon
•Eggs
•Milk
I begin cooking....
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Jetty Blues
HumorA SHORT STORY WRITTEN BY TIANA PARSONS Bella is and average teenage girl. However, one weekend and one babysitting experience will leave a supposed expression permanently stamped to her skin. A trip to the beach means fun, although with a mischievo...
