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I don't like children.

Now, that you know that fact, you can question my decisions. Sure, I need the extra cash, but are a few dollars worth my sanity? That's yet to be answered.

I will forever blame my mother for signing me up to this job, but after all, I am the one who agreed and it's not entirely fair to put the blame on her. My older sister will always be held responsible for setting impossible expectations for her siblings. I pray for my younger brother to not go through the same hell that I've experienced.

Finally, to the point: I have agreed to babysit a five year old child, three times a week. The money is what caught my attention. What psycho is willing to pay 60 dollars to an eighteen year old, per hour? Nobody else but the Forbes family, naturally. Now the answer has been found; my sanity is worth 60 dollars an hour.

I rang the doorbell and felt like I was worth less than their welcome mat. The house itself was enormous. Built in gothic style out of beige stone, massive windows and a large, seemingly heavy, wooden door.

"Lena! You're right on time, please come in." Ms. Forbes opened the door and nearly blinded me with her smile. Fifty year old women should not be this beautiful, this should be illegal.

"Good evening Ms. Forbes." I smiled back and entered the castle.

I was afraid that my worn out converse would taint the marble floors. To my right a large staircase led upstairs and on it sat a little girl with bright, orange hair. She hid her face behind the railing but I could still see her doe-like brown eyes, identical to her mother. "Hi princess, I'm Lena, what's your name?"

The girl slowly lifted her head above and grinned, "My name's Daisy." She couldn't pronounce her s's and sounded like a cartoon. What have I gotten myself into?

"aww, you two are going to have an amazing time." Ms. Forbes caressed my shoulder. "Daisy's already had her nap, dinner is at 8 but snacks are always acceptable, if she wants to go outside you can just let her out onto the playground in the garden." she stopped for a second and pouted her lips, "did I forget anything? oh yes, make yourself at home and if you need any help, Wyatt will probably be in his room the entire day." she sighed and looked upstairs, shaking her head, "I'll be back at 11 at the latest, have fun girls." Ms. Forbes grabbed her coat and headed out of the house.

Wyatt?

I felt Daisy's little hand grab mine and drag me upstairs. "I wanna show you the house." She giggled, "this is mummy's room, it's boring in here." Daisy budged open the door and gestured to the main bedroom, "this is Mel's room, it's boring too."

"Who's Mel?"

"The girl who cleans after Wy, he always leaves his socks everywhere."

"Oh."

Daisy dragged me the slightest bit further down the hall and opened another door, "this is Wy's room, he's boring and never plays with me."

"Daisy, I told you not to come into my room without permission." rang out a deep voice from a corner of the room, "and who are you talking to? If it's someone I can't see, you owe me your Skittles."
A tall boy appeared in front of us wearing only Simpsons boxers and one red sock.

"I told you he always leaves his socks around the house." Daisy proclaimed, looking at me. "you're not getting my Skittles Wy, not this time."

By the time Daisy finished, her brother found a shirt lying beside him and put it on. "Daisy? Who is this?"

Wyatt was looking at me strangely and slowly making his way towards us.

"This is Lena, she's my nanny."