The Babysitter

Chapter #3: War Begins

×× It's just a small time girl
livin in a lonely world
she took the midnight train goin' anywhere
just a city boy
born and raised in south Detroit
he took the midnight train goin' anywhere××

Rod sang. Well, he didn't sing it. He more, like, played it for me. He is really small and has buttons. His screen is so small; it's really adorable. I think that's why I fell for him, or maybe the fact that he is green. All I know though, is that when I first saw him in the store, I instantly new he had to be mine. Ever since I got him, I never thought of any other phone that could replace him.

I eventually turned off the alarm and quickly got up. I did my usual routine and went downstairs, but when I went downstairs, Dr. Smith wasn't in the kitchen. I freaked out and I thought a burglar took him because who wouldn't want an awesome chef-docter? He makes some tasty pancakes. Just thinking about it makes my mouth watery, but that's when it hits me. I woke up earlier than him. Which meant no more nice meals from Dr. Smith and more granola bars. Yeah! -_-

I headed to the Candles' house, immediately realizing that no one explained to me what I had to do. This job was turning on me faster than I thought. So I decided to just wing it. I got to the door and I placed my hand on the knob, but didn't open the door because  I started hearing people arguing. I would've just went in, but those people were arguing about me.

"Mom it was a one time thing. Why would you hire anyone to take care of us? Besides, I'm old enough to take care of the house. Why on earth would you hire a person named Stanley?" said a guy, which I believe it was Kile's older brother, but I would care less. All I cared about was that he was insulting my name.

"Stanley is an awesome name, just letting you know." I said in a light whisper, rolling my eyes at him even though he can't see me or hear me.

"Don't be rude. What you did yesterday made me get a babysitter! Just because you are mad at the world doesn't mean you can trash your house." Mrs. Candle said, very irritated by her son.

Well, I think it was Mrs. Candle. It sure sounded like her.

"Mom, why are you- Mom! Argh. My reputation will be ruined if anyone knows I have a babysitter and especially if its a guy named Stanley! Blah, that name sounds so dreadful!" the bastard said, insulting my name yet again.

"Names can be for diverse genders. Just letting you know, Kile's brother. Stanley isn't just a guy name." I said in a whisper again. Someone had to say it.

This guy was very annoying and insulting me and my name. Without even knowing me. I wanted to barge in and yell at him, but then again, I wasn't supposed to be hearing their conversation. Still, I wanted to rip him into tiny shreds and feed him to my imaginary yellow scaled Dragon. Oh, but poor Muffin. He'll have a stomachache because of him. I guess that plan won't work.

"Are you finally finished pulling your tantrum, Canyon? Because I'm leaving and you'll have to show the babysitter how it works around here. Here is her key to the house and don't forget to tell her she can drive all of you. Oh, and please promise me you won't drive. You'll scare Stanley away," said Mrs. Candle.

Canyon? Are you flippin' patties kidding me? He is saying Stanley is a bad name. Who is named Canyon these days? Although Canyon does sound like an awesome name. He doesn't deserve it. Wait did she say car. Wow. Um, jackpot. I'm totally driving.

"Mom! But I'm old enough to drive. What if he doesn't have a license? Then can I drive?" Canyon said all teenager like.

Thank God I'm not like that. Please say no, please say no. Wait, I have a license, what I'm I talking about? I haven't been in a car in a while, but I can still drive.

"No. You guys will walk if Stanley doesn't have a license. Although I think she does," said Mrs. Candle, finally telling him I'm a she. I can't believe she didn't mentioned it earlier.

"Ugh. This is not fair," said Canyon, annoyed at his mother. Wait, did he even hear her say I'm a she? Man, I can't keep hearing this brat, so I got all my courage and rang the doorbell instead of opening the door. Hey, I kind of didn't want them to suspect I was eavesdropping their conversation. The door flung open, revealing a Mrs. Candle and a Canyon. Hehe, a Canyon.

"Come in darling. I have to go. He'll show you how things work around here," Mrs. Candle said with a warm smile, grabbing her purse and heading towards the door. While she said this, Canyon had his mouth wide open, surprised that I was a she, even though his mother clearly said her and she. Pay attention, man.

"Mother, it's a girl. Oh no, this is even worse than having a guy babysitter. You have to be kidding me, she looks thirteen and she has a Spongebob backpack!" Freaking ugly, stained, dirty, no good rag.

I am sorry for my language, but this kid was being a huge jerk. Not being able to hold myself in, I exploded.

"Listen here, punk I'm not thirteen. I'm soon to be seventeen in two weeks and one month. Now, I think you're the thirteen year old here, because who trashes their own house? Wait, I'm sorry, I don't even think you're a thirteen year old because not even your siblings do such things. By the way, Spongebob is a classic cartoon character who is more of a man than you'll ever be. Oh, and one more thing, I'm so sorry for eavesdropping, Mrs. Candle, but Stanley is a way better name than Canyon if I do say so myself," I said loud and clear, but that was a really terrible mistake because my breathing became shortened.

But I was proud of myself because Canyon was fuming blood shot red of either anger or embarrassment. I don't really care by this point, although Mrs. Candle looked pleased and held a huge smile kind of like thanking me for standing up to him.

I couldn't breathe anymore, but I held it in and excused myself to the kitchen to get water because of course, if they found out I had asthma, they would think I'm incapable of babysitting. I went to the kitchen and absorbed the inhaler breathing slowly until I finally caught my breath, and only then I went back to the front door finding no Mrs. Candle, but a Canyon sitting on the staircase leading upstairs.

"My name is Kindle, not Canyon. As you can see, everyone is still fast asleep, so your job is to change Claire in about ten minutes, and prepare breakfast, which is just cereal in a bowl. Kile, Simothey, and Shelley are capable of changing themselves so don't worry about them, but we do have surveillance cameras in every room for safety precautions. Oh, um, just serve four bowls of cereal because Simothey likes cooking for himself. Here is the tablet for you to watch, the keys, and the car keys. I'll direct you to where the daycare is and the other schools when we are in the car. Questions?" Kindle or Canyon, what's-his-face said.

"Wait, you guys have surveillance cameras in the bathrooms, too?" I asked, very intimidated by the fact that they have cameras in a private room.

"Oh no, it's just all the rooms except the bathrooms. Any other questions, Stan?" said what's-his-face, giving me a nickname without asking for permission.

"I have a question, well, more like a statement. It's Stanley, not Stan," I said, a bit irritated.

"Look, I'm calling you Stan because Stanley just sounds really weird for me," he said and then walked by me, purposefully pushing my side.

How rude. Alrighty, if he wants war, I'll give him war.

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Hey, todays Tuesday. Here is another chapter. Thank you Scarlet_Rose_V2 for always being there. :P

-R.M.