Babysitting Him

Babysitting Him

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"No not him, he's literally a jerk" Mila said to her parents; Louis and Louise who were getting ready for their date Night. It had been a while since Mila' parents went out on a date Night, Mila was the eldest of four children. Abbi and George who are nine years old as well as a set of twins, followed by Jack who is thirteen and a year nine student. Then there's, Dexter who is fourteen and a year ten student. Mila being the eldest was sent to babysit the schools bad boy, Jerk, drug dealer and fuck boy, Chase. "Now now Mila... you know the rules.. Mr Hae and his girlfriend are joining us on our date Night. And in fairness, he needs someone to babysit baby Alaïa. I know you don't like Chase but he can't look after himself. So stop whining and get in the car" Snaped Louis, who was getting irritated with his eldest daughter. Yes she was privaliged, got everything she wanted in life but right now... she was pushing his buttons. On Monday it was forgot her P.E kit, on Tuesday it was petrol money, on Wednesday she snuck out to a party, Thursday she broke the TV unit and now tonight... she was kicking a fuss... and both Louis and Louise were getting sick of her attitude. Yeah Mila is sixteen but at the moment she was acting like a four year old.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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