Chapter Seventeen
"CeCe, what're doing?" Cecile's mother stuck her head into Cecile's room.
Cecile was sitting on her bay window with her back against the thick glass. She was quietly reading her thin book.
Red shedding from Jane's Santa coat was still on the cushion Cecile was sitting on. The red fibers had gotten there from the Christmas Special chapter. That was from when Jane, dressed as Santa, jumped out of her second story window and ran away.
Cecile had the incident pushed to the back of her mind as she propped her book on the fuzzy BFF pillow. It was the same one Jane ironically left that night before she jumped from the window.
"Reading." Cecile answered her mother without taking her eyes from the pictures on the paper.
Flip.
"Why don't you do something more productive? Like a job?" Her mother came fully into her room and had one hand on her right hip.
It was a dominant end-of-the-runway pose she had learned when she was an amateur runway model. Her weight had fully shifted to her right leg to look a bit sassy, but still beautifully ferocious.
Cecile refused to look up and loose her spine to her mother's stare. "School's not a job?" Cecile mumbled innocently before flipping the page again.
She couldn't have a job. She had to read all the books she had left when she had free time.
"No it's not CeCe. That's why I got you a job!"
Cecile let out a long hum in the back of her throat. "At The ALPS?"
Flip.
"Nope! A baby-sitting job!"
Cecile finally looked up. Her mouth was agape with shock. On the other hand, her mother looked ecstatic with her hands clasped together in mirth.
"What? Babysitting? For who?" Cecile asked with a furrowed brow.
"A regular customer that comes often to The ALPS. He has a daughter your age and a younger son. He was upset he couldn't find a babysitter for the twelve-year old son so I offered you up!
"He has a date tonight with his husband and the daughter's job asked her to work at the same time. No one is able to watch the son, until you! Yay!" Her mother explained animatedly.
"Did you say tonight?" Cecile put her finger in the place she stopped reading and closed the book.
"Yep. The Doley's son. Trevor Doley. 7:00 to 9:45 for twenty bucks."
Cecile tilted her head. "What if I was going do something with Foster tonight?" "You're not doing something with Foster tonight." Her mother stated.
Cecile nodded. "Fair enough, but I don't need the money." "You will since I'm not buying anymore of those books of yours." Her mother smirked sternly.
Cecile leaned forward. "What?! But-!" "I'll go call Troy and tell him that you agreed to it! He'll be so happy!" Her mother smiled before leaving.
Cecile sighed and leaned back against the glass. She opened her book back up. She knew it was no use to complain. She slouched against the window; filled with indignation about this injustice to teenage rights of freedom and laziness.
"Hey. Babysitting may be fun." She tried to cheer herself up under her breath before her smile turned sour.
She returned to her book to distract herself.
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Cecile's New School
فكاهة*This book is supposed to be an example of a comedic satire that is subtly trying to teach important life lessons* Cecile Braydon (The Protagonist): •16 year-old girl •Dense •Childish •Naïve •Fictional (And knows it) Cecile Braydon has been homescho...
