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Diary 15 - "The delinquent that scares all our babysitters away."

"You have to get a job." My mother says sternly.

She came back from her business trip two days ago; a day after I went to the beach with Drake.

"Mum. I'm not even eighteen. I don't want to worry about getting a job till I'm finished with school." I whine.

I'm not lazy. Oh gods no. I just can't find anytime to work in my already cramped schedule.

What, with the amount of homework that keeps on piling on every other day of the week and me having to practise for the senior dance I just can't.

"You have to. Anyway, I've already got you a babysitting job. Your first job starts today. Your babysitting the Andersons Kids." She says in a voice that means 'What I say goes.'

"Kids?" My eyes widen. There's more then one little pest.

Don't get me wrong. I love kids. But I'm not to thrilled because yes, Mother Nature decided it would be nice to pay be a much needed visit. Note the sarcasm.

"Yes. They have three kids, one I think goes to your school actually." She smiles, returning her attention to the plates in the sink. "Ones a baby and the other a 5 year old."

She scrubs the plates vigorously, making sure that they are squeaky clean.

Did I mention my mum is OCD? No? Well, my mum is ODC. It's not the hard core type. I think she said it's symmetrical OCD. I don't know. It's mild though. She has an order for everything and once she full on went King Kong on me for not folding a tea towel on the line.

I go over what my mum has just said.
-I have to babysit today.
-One of the kids go to my school.
-I don't get a choice.

"If he's my age then can't he look after himself?" I question.

"He's not that...mature." She shrugs, picking up another plate and scrubbing it. "Now get ready. You have 15 minutes before I drop you off."

I groan and drag my feet up the stairs.

"Oh. And sweetie," I turn my head so I can see my mum. "He's having a friend over."

Just my luck.

I have to look after a baby, a 5 year old, and 2 annoying teenage boys.

Oh joy!

I put on my blue Disney jumper that reads 'Never stop dreaming', black jeans, grey Uggs and my knitted beanie.

"Come on Angie," my mum calls from down stairs. "We have to go now."

I quickly zip up my grey bag that holds my homework, pencil case, laptop, phone and popcorn.

How else am I supposed to distract the kids?

I walk down the starts and groan, fake crying. "Why must I do this? Can't you see your killing me?" I question, pointing at my mum with my eyes.

"Poor you," My mum says without sympathy. "Chop chop," She claps her hands together. "We have to go. Get your things."

The drive to the house was fairly fast. This guy lives really close to me.

My mum honks the horn of the car and I hear her cackle like a witch that just poisoned the princess.

I'm left on the doorstep of the place that houses the kids I'm meant to babysit.