My Life Before I Died

Journal 18

     I never want kids. Never! They are annoying, loud, and all they want to do is eat and play! How can people at day cares watch over these demons from hell!? I wouldn't be able to work at a day care. I will end up scaring one of those kids. They will fear me cause to make them shut up, I will tell them weird stuff. Like stuff about death. Anyways, to explain the reason why I now hate kids under the age of 8, I decided to go help Shinto and Kenta babysit some little boy that lives on out block. My first mistake was calling Shinto.

"Hey Shinto!" I said into the phone.

"Hey Ben. What's up?" she asked.

"Nothing much. I wanted to know if you wanted to come over and play videogames." I asked.

"No thank you." she said.

"What?! Why?!" I asked.

"Kenta and I are babysitting some little kid." she said.

"Some little kid?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess him and his family just moved in. His parents and my uncle and dad went somewhere and asked Kenta and I if we could watch him." she said.

"Oh." I said.

"Sorry Ben. Maybe tomorrow." she said.

"Maybe." I said.

"Hey, what about you come over and help babysit. We play videogames and take care of this kid." she said.

           This is where I made my other mistake.

"OK sure! I'll ask my mom." I said.

         And then I hung up the phone. I asked my mom if I could go over Shinto's house and help babysit. She was way to happy. She said she was proud of me that I wanted to babysit some kid. She said it's a sign 9f growing up. I really hope she don't start planning other babysitting jobs for me. One time I made to pet sit a gold fish, and it died the next day. That was a sad and funny at the same time. It jump out it's bowel and into a bucket of bleach. That's a different story.
       I walked over to Shinto's house and knocked on the door. This is where I made my next mistake. The door opened and I got a face full of frosting.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hey don't do that! Sorry about that Ben. Kenta stop giving this boy cupcakes!" Shinto yelled.

        I cleaned the frosting out my face and say Shinto holding a small boy in her arms. He had short black hair and wore all red with black flat shoes. He had brown eyes.

"Gay!" the boy laughed.

"Gay!?" I hissed.

"Kin! Stop that!" Shinto said.

"Gay, gay, gay!" he continued.

"Kin stop that or your going in the corner." Shinto said.

     He started to tear up.

"OK." he said.

"Awe, don't cry. Sorry about that Ben. I have no idea why he keep saying that. He been saying it since he came here." Shinto said.

"It's fine." I said. 

         I hate this kid already. 

"Well come in." Shinto said walking inside.

       I walked inside and closed the door behind me. Why?! Why did i just walk into this house, hating the kid? He called me gay and threw a cupcake at my face for no reason. I walked into to my boomed. And it gets worse as the day moves on. Shinto and I sat in the living room. She put the kid, I guess his name in Kin, in his play pin.