04.
A babysitter? Oh hell no.
I ran after my mom and got to her room.
"It's not going to be Mrs.Brown right?" I basically half yelling, half crying.
"I've got someone else in mind. Mrs.Brown is too oblivious anyway." She shook her head, scrolling through her contact list.
"Ah, yes." She smiled, tapping on the name.
"Who is it?" I asked curiously.
"She's a co worker of mine." My mother nodded. "But she won't be taking care of you, her son will."
"Her son? Mom how can you trust some guy alone with me?" I squealed.
"He's very smart and mature. I've met him many times. He's not much older than you, I'd say about twenty one or twenty two." She clicked on the phone icon beside the conatct's name, and placed the phone to her ear.
"Hi, this is Liz." My mother spoke into her phone.
I could barely make out any words other than a high female's voice saying a few 'yeses', and 'of courses'.
"It's all planned." She smiled. "He'll be here tomorrow, probably an hour after I leave for my flight."
"I can't believe you're getting a babysitter for your seventeen year old daughter." I shook my head. "I'm almost eighteen!"
"Then act like it." She cut me off. "Now go to bed."
I left her room sluggishly and headed for my bed. I'm going to have to spend two months with some random guy I don't even know, not that I even want to know.
I tucked myself into bed, not bothering with going on my phone or laptop, I have too much on my mind to do any of that.
With that, I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier as I finally drifted to sleep.
I woke up at my usual time, around ten, and made my way downstairs.
Today my mother wasn't cooking anything, there was just a carton of milk, a bowl with a spoon in it, and a box of cereal waiting on the counter for me. Beside it was a note that read;
Catalina,
I will be doing a weeks worth of groceries for you and your babysitter, I will be back at around twelve. Clean the kitchen and your room before I get home.
Love, mom
I grabbed the paper, scrunching it up into and ball, and throwing it in the trash can underneath the sink. I'm still furious about the fact I need a babysitter. Not ever in my life have I heard of a older teen, or should I say almost adult, who has had to have a babysitter.
I ate the cereal and made my way back to my room. Might as well get ready now so I'm not rushing to make a first impression on him when he arrives.
I wonder if he'll be attractive, or maybe even just a little nice so I can just stay at Sabrina's and pay him extra not to tell my mom. That would be great.
Tracing the eyeliner over my lids, I heard my phone buzz on my vanity. It was Sabrina.
Sabrina: r u ok? What happened? Is ur mom mad @ u?
I replied quickly.
Me: she doesn't seem as mad anymore, but worst part is that she got me a fucking babysitter!
Sabrina: holy shit. I wonder if she'll be a bitch
Me: actually it's a he...
