"Mother?" I said.
"Yes dear?" My mom turned around momentarily to look at me.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I groaned.
"Oh please Melody with the way you act you'll need a babysitter your whole life." She answered.
"WHY WONT YOU LOVE ME?!" I got on the floor and gripped her ankles dramatically. "IM A GOOD CHILD."
"Get off me you freak." I hissed at her and got off the floor, sitting back down at the kitchen table.
"But seriously mom, why? Liiiike I have no friends so what am I gonna do that's so awful?"
"Oh really Mel? No friends? Last time I was gone you threw a party and someone broke my 50,000 vase! There's no way in hell I'm leaving you alone."
"Fine," I sighed. "Fair enough. But can you at least tell me who's going to be watching over me like a hawk for the next two weeks?"
"That boy from down the street."
I gave her a dumbfounded look. "What boy down the street?" I asked.
"The blonde one who lives in that tan house at the end of the street, his names Matthew."
"He must not be cute because if there was a cute blonde boy down the street I'd DEFINITELY know who he was." I smirked, making my mom sigh at me.
"He's coming at 10 tomorrow morning."
"SANTAAAAA OH MY GOD!" I yelled.
"Jesus Christ Melody why was that necessary?" My mom said in an irritated voice, rubbing her forehead.
"It's from Elf. You know, 10 am, Santa's coming to town." I answered.
"I hate that movie." She replied. I ran over to her and got in her face.
"BUDDY THE ELF WHATS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?" I yelled.
"Melody stop it!"
"THE BEST WAY TO SPREAD CHRISTMAS CHEER IS SINGING LOUD FOR ALL TO HEAR!"
"MELODY SHUT UP!"
"Ooo," I grimaced at her loud tone, sitting back down at the table. I waited a few seconds until speaking again. "He's an angry elf."
"I'm gonna kill you." She said, making me laugh.
"What are you making?" I asked.
"Guacamole." She replied.
"Peel the avocadooooo, gua-camole, guaaaaa-camole." I sang.
"Isn't it past your bedtime?" She asked. I turned to her with a dumbfounded look.
"It's 6 o'clock." I replied.
"If you're gonna act 6, you can go to bed at 6." She said with sass.
"Whatever. I'm tired anyways. Goodbye." I walked up to my room and shut my door behind me before laying down on my bed.
I can't believe she got me a babysitter while her and her boyfriend go to Bora Bora. It's so not fair. I get to spend Christmas alone because they want to 'rekindle their love' as my mom stated it. And we all know that's code for baby making. I guess I'll be an older sibling soon instead of the only child. They come back from their vacation on January 3rd, and today it's December 20th.
Wait a second...
If there's a boy down the street babysitting me and my mom hired him, that means he's probably my age.
Oh my god.
THATS SO EMBARRASSING. IM GONNA CRY.
I could always sneak away tonight and journey to a far away land, preferably Mexico? Yeah Mexico works. You'll never find me there mom. HAHA!
I hope these 2 and a half weeks goes by quickly, because I don't think I can take a whole 14 and something days with a nerdy guy who likes to babysit people his age. What a freak.
