Turning Tables

Clitter clatter! Clitter clatter! The sound of toys rattling echoed through the endless red woolen carpeted corridors. Large paintings from famous painters hung up on the walls, framed with glistening gold canvases. The walls were painted a deep beige, illuminated by the crystal chandeliers that hung up high onto the ceiling, varying in colors. The walnut wooden furniture was gracefully hand carved, detailed to the core. In the far corner of the five-story mansion were the Anderson family pictures, neatly placed in rows in the family gallery. To the left hand side lay a small bedroom painted with a shade of baby blue, scattered with toys, blocks, stationaries, torn coloring pages and figurines.

In the center of the room sat the naughty little three year old angel of the house, smiling brightly with joy as he played with her. The girl that was with him since birth; the girl that made him smile every day, every time. The girl he loved dearly, Skyler!

Skyler was a poor sixteen year old girl with long cascading brown wavy hair that ended right above her waistline. Rosy high cheek bones dominant on her stunning sun-kissed curved body. Her large stormy grey eyes observed and calculated her surroundings ever since the incident that haunts her till date. When her heart was shattered to pieces and her life came crumbling apart. The moment the police officers set foot on her front porch, giving her the devastating news: a tow truck driven by a drunk driver had crashed into her father's vehicle, (when he was coming back from the diner he worked in) leading to his sudden death.

Fatherless, she was left to carry all the pressures of life onto her petite shoulders, along with the fact that her mother had been a breast cancer patient for the past 5 years. Desperately in need of money, she immediately searched for a job, however wasn't successful. She had gone to diners, cafes, stores, offices, schools... everywhere she could think of. Yet young Skyler wasn't qualified and didn't reach the limits to the managers' satisfied standards. Day and night, she pleaded with tears hoping to persuade the managers, informing them about her mother's feeble state, but would always come back home with no success. Helplessly looking through websites, she came across 'Baby sitter needed immediately for the Andersons' written in big bold letters. Excitement coursed through her slim body as she instantly dialed the number and asked if they were still in need of a babysitter. Within minutes, she was hired to baby sit the youngest son of the Anderson family- Cody. Skyler was relieved to have found a job, yet she was hardly ever able to pay for the bills along with the chemotherapy.

"Skylar! Honey, please come to the dining room, I need to talk to you about something really important!" hollered Mrs. Anderson through the intercom.

Skyler immediately stood up to attend to Mrs. Anderson and picked up Cody from the green carpeted floor.

She left the little boys bedroom and walked towards the elevator, pressing the 'G' button that took her to the ground floor. With a gentle bell the metallic elevator door opened, leading to a long tidy corridor with black carpets and lit candles that led to the main entrance of the house. Making a sharp turn to the right, she entered the large, decorated, freshly polished dining room. The mahogany dining table was placed in the middle of the room with a flower vase on the center, the spotless marbled floor made a 'clicking' noise as she walked across the room, towards Mrs. Anderson.

Mrs. Anderson stood tall and confident with her long strawberry blonde hair tied into a neat bun, the short hair strands framing her beautifully pale face. Her bright blue eyes were dull and dark bags were evident, however was thoroughly covered in makeup in hopes of looking as fresh as daisies. Her white blouse was neatly tucked into her pencil skirt along with her business suit, which was carefully lying onto her slim shoulders- her white high heels made Mrs. Anderson taller than she already was; causing Skyler to feel extra small beneath her intense, yet soft gaze.