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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴɴɪɴɢ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴɴɪɴɢ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ, ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ʙᴏɴᴅɪɴɢ, ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴇɴɴɪɴɢ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ! ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ

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I walked up to the house of the girls I was supposed to be sitting at and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, a woman with short, raven black hair answered the door and greeted me with a soft smile.

"Hello, you must be me, Y/N, correct?" I nodded my head and fixed the glasses on my face.

"You would be correct," I said, and she stepped aside, letting me in. When I got inside, I saw three girls. I was kind of perplexed because two of them already looked old enough to watch themselves.

One of them looked similar to the woman, with long raven black hair, deep dark brown eyes, and a full face of makeup on. The other one was sitting disrespectfully on the couch and was giving me a look that I didn't like.

She had auburn brown hair with dark brown eyes that were behind giant golden-hexed framed glasses that were kind of similar to mine, just mine were smaller.

And the other one looked like she was supposed to be the one I was babysitting; she also had auburn hair that was in two pigtails with dark brown eyes. She gave me a bright smile and a wave, and I gave her one back.

"Guys, this is Y/N. Say hi." The older girls just rolled their eyes and didn't say anything, and I felt my frustration already picking up with these two. It seems like I'm going to have to do some work with them.

The younger one came over to me and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Debbie, Debbie Denning." I shook my hand with hers and replied.

"Hey kid, the name is Y/N," I said, and she giggled a little. What a cute one!

"Well, my phone number is on the table, so call me whenever, and you two behave," the father said, giving the two older sisters an icey glare.

They left, and an uncomfortable silence flooded the room.

"So I never got your names," I said to the two girls. The one with the glasses scoffed and got up from the couch, making her way towards the stairs.

"And you're never going to get them," she sneered, bumping my shoulder. Oh, she thinks she's bad, huh?.

I reached my arm behind me, gripped her by the collar of her shirt, and yanked her back towards me so we were face-to-face, much to her shock.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that. Say it again. Let the words come out of your mouth again," I said, staring dead into her eyes, waiting for her to say something smart.

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