March 5, 7AM… Getting ready for school.

My name is Lien, and I’m a little weird. Well, I guess it’s not me that’s weird, it’s my family, but that’s bad enough. At least my friends at school think I’m normal enough. I’m an average student, good at sports, and an ace with electronics. Everyone seems to like me, but no one really gets to know me, because I won’t let them. But I don’t want to talk about that.

Usually after school I go home to take care of my mom. She’s not really sick, but I feel better sticking around… sometimes she gets bad sneezing fits… But today I’m not going straight home. Today I’m getting a job, a normal job as a babysitter, for some extra money. Mom hasn’t had to miss work in a long time, but she’s getting older now, and I think it’s time for me to help out… I am 14, after all. Mom was worried about me at first, worried that the job would be too frustrating for me, but I told her it was at Capsule Corp, for the Briefs family, and she was ok with it. I guess she’s hoping I’ll get paid extra because the family’s rich. I’ve never met them, so I don’t know what to expect. All I know is, I can’t wait for classes to be over so I can go find out.

Mom says I have to write my feelings in this journal. Truth is, I don’t know how I feel. Nervous, I guess. I feel nervous.

March 5, 3PM… Annoyed.

I don’t know why Mom wants me to keep this damn thing with me all day long. Most people only write in their journals once a day, tops. But, I always do what mom says…. So, here. How do I feel? Anxious to get this job interview over with. Here I go.

March 5, 5PM…. Whew.

Wow… more has happened in the last two hours than has happened all day! When I came up to Capsule Corp, I couldn’t believe how big it was! I mean, I had an idea it would be big, but apparently my imagination just wasn’t big enough! Anyways, I knocked on the door, and a boy answered. I later found out he was Trunks, the child prodigy who works for Capsule Corp. He’s also Bulma Briefs’ son, so I bet he didn’t have too much trouble getting the job. Anyways, he invited me in, and I have to admit… he was kinda cute. I think he smiled at me. Look, I’m turning giddy, just like those stupid girls that follow him around everywhere. Anyways… where was I?

He invited me in, and Bulma (I started to call her Mrs. Briefs, I really did, Mom, but she insisted I call her Bulma) came into the room with a little baby girl in one hand, pulling her hair as she tried to hold onto a stack of books and papers in the other hand. Trunks quickly grabbed the books and stuff, and Bulma handed me the baby (whose name was Bra, by the way… sheesh, rich people and their underwear names…), introduced herself hurriedly (insisting I call her Bulma, as I said before), and ran out of the room before I had a chance to ask her anything. But Bra was nice about it, at least for a baby. She didn’t break down crying… oh, no, she started pulling my hair.

Mom, I did not get angry. You shouldn’t worry about me so much. I laughed it off and started playing airplane with her at arms length so she couldn’t reach my hair, which she enjoyed. Relieved, I looked around as I played with her, thinking the kid had to have a room somewhere in this house, and where there was a room, there were toys. So, spotting a stairway down a hall, I took it up, hoping it would lead me to the baby’s room.

The stairway led to a lot of rooms, but none of them had baby toys in them. Bra was getting tired of our game, too, and started to squirm, which I knew wasn’t a good sign. Sighing, I entered one of the rooms, remembering one game I loved to play when I was a kid… jumping on the bed. I placed her feet on the bed and, still holding her by her sides, I sort of jumped her up and down on the bed. She loved it! She giggled, and was nearly jumping herself. Man, that kid’s got some strong legs! If she had been under her own power, I bet she could have jumped straight to the ceiling! Really, I’m not exaggerating.

It wasn’t just her legs that were strong, though. Bra was laughing so loud, I was afraid someone was going to come in there, wondering if I was trying to kill her or something. In fact, someone did come in… but not because of Bra’s laughter. Apparently, I had wandered into an occupied room, and the occupant had just gotten out of the shower…. It was a man with tall, spiky hair. He did not look pleased. Afraid I had pissed off one of the body guards, I stuttered an apology and scooped Bra up, about to make for the door. Bra had different plans, though, and reached for the man with the spiky hair, who did not hesitate to take her from my arms. Bra giggled her loud giggle, pulling the man’s hair, which did not seem to faze him. Grunting at her, he turned his scowl on me, and I have to say, I was never more frightened in my life. But, I don’t do well with fear, it makes me stupid. I scowled back.

“Who are you?” the man demanded.

Still scowling, I replied in the same tone of voice, “Lien, the babysitter.”

To be continued…