It was barely 7 o'clock in the morning when I was woken up to the sound of banging on my bedroom door, I groaned and rolled out of bed.
"What did I tell you about locking this fucking door? When I want to come in I don't need to stand here waiting on you to open it!" My father yelled and I could smell the vodka on his breath already.
"I'm sorry" I said not really meaning it. He gives me a look that would kill instantly and then walked away.
I take a deep breath and follow him to his bedroom which I'm surprised I didn't hit into the wall like I usually do when he wakes me up suddenly.
"Why'd you wake me up so early?" I try to say with little agitation to my voice. It's Saturday for crying out loud.
"I want you to make me something to eat"
I rolled my eyes "Seriously?"
"Yes seriously. I want egg and sausages and you better make it the way I like it." He says and with that I head to the kitchen.
I'm greeted by my baby Max he's a Mastiff I think I always forget. He's such a sweetheart but he's a big dog and when I say big I mean huge. I begin to scratch behind his ear but in no time he drops to the floor which means 'mommy rub my belly'.
After giving Max some attention I gave him some food and water then washed my hands and started making my father his breakfast.
I finished making his food and started down the hall before I even got to his door I could hear his snores so I went back to the kitchen and placed his plate into the microwave.
I locked my door grabbed my laptop and sat on my bed with my stuffed frog in my lap. The sound of my laptop starting up fills my quiet room.
I open my gmail 'no new emails' the screen reads. This upsets me, I don't have much experience but at least some place should email me back. I need to change up my search. About an hour of scrolling I stumble upon this babysitting job but it isn't your average babysitting gig where you'd babysit a child.
The ad read
"My name is M. Grayson, I'm looking for a fun, adventurous, creative, loving, caring and firm handed person to care for my little while I'm at work. Her name is Samatha; she prefers to be called Rose, she's sweet and a little bratty. You'll be needed Monday-Friday from 11am-4pm. If you think you're fit for this contact the email listed above."
I composed my email carefully then hit send.
How hard could this be for me a little to care for a little a couple of hours a day? At least I don't slip into little-space that easily. I thought as I drifted off to sleep
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How was this so far?
It's my first time writing and I'm pretty nervous that my book won't be liked for the following reasons:
1) the title is lame
2) there is no description
I'm basically just going with the flow
3) short chapters
But if you like what you read so far comment and let me know
