Collection Of Short Stories

Dear Diary

"Thank you again for offering to babysit today, darling. You've been a great help." Mrs. Brown patted my head, and I passed her what I hoped was a genuine-looking smile.

Because I couldn't bring myself to give her a genuine smile, not today. Not when babysitting her kid meant that I had to miss my crush, Noah Jones' birthday party. One he had personally invited me to, and I had had to turn him down.

"It's no problem, Mrs. Brown. It's fun to hang out with Charlotte, anyway."

"Oh, you're a sweetie. Well, take care dear. We'll be back tomorrow morning. Get anything you want to eat, and of course, my number is on the fridge if you need to call. And, of course, you know the rules."

"Yes, Mrs. Brown. No T.V. or loud videos after 10, and no going to the basement." I rattled off from memory. Weird rules, but at least she let me use the house wifi.

"Good girl. Well, goodbye, dear!"

"Have fun, ma'am." I waved off to her as her husband's car honked from in front of the house. He offered me a wave and a smile, and then they drove off. I sighed.

They were all sweet and stuff, but they seemed a bit weird to me. I just couldn't put my finger on what made me think that.

"Eliza! You're here!" Charlotte's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I shut the door with a deep breath. Time to have fun. Not.

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Finally. Charlotte's finally asleep, and all it took was five different cringy princess stories.

Now, I can laze around in the living room and look at people who are having fun.

Yay.

-

No. No. No. No. No.

This couldn't be happening, not now.

THE PASSWORD IS NOT WORKING???

Mrs. Brown must have forgotten to mention the fact that my only source of entertainment of the day was going to be off-limits today because every time I tried to connect it, it showed me the same big black letters.

"Incorrect Password."

Now, I get it. They must've changed the password to the thing and forgotten to tell me the new password. But I couldn't just call her and interrupt their evening just for the WiFi password.

Or could I?

No. I should try to use this opportunity to study.

But I had left my books at home.

And now I had nothing to do.

Well, maybe except trying to see if the Browns had any books I could read.

Yeah, I can do that. I'm sure they wouldn't mind.

This wasn't an invasion of privacy, was it?

Hope not, I thought as I glanced at the frames of Brown's family picture sitting in the middle of the table in front of me.

I can begin with Charlotte's room.

I sigh and go to Charlotte's room, trying my best to not wake her. I used my flashlight to check the books on Charlotte's desk. Most of them were her school books, but one bright pink thing caught my eye.

I lifted it closer to the phone.

"My Diary" And it was half full.

Oh, wow. This 7-year-old girl was better at keeping a diary than I was.