|The Life of a Babysitter
Author: WolfDreamer25 PM
One-shot stories of the babysitters in different babysitting events.Rated: Fiction K - English - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,930 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 10-03-12 - Published: 05-05-12 - id: 8089453
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Author's note – This took forever; May Anne was always the most difficult one for me, as there was so little about her that I could write about. This was by far the most challenging.
I check the address with my notebook. Yes it's the same one. I like to be organized and know what I'm doing and where I'm going at all times, I guess that's why I'm the secretary of the BSC. Hi my name is Mary Anne Spier, I'm thirteen years old am incredibly shy, and yet ,I'm the only one of my friends to have a permanent steady boyfriend.
I'd better stop daydreaming and ring the bell. Luckily I arrived a few minutes early. A good babysitter should always come early especially to a new client.
I glanced at my notebook one last time. The Mays, four girls, ages 9, 8, 6, and 5. I wished I had their names but I wasn't the one who took down the job. In fact it was one of the few days I didn't made it to a club meeting. I had sat for the Hobarts and unfortunately, Mr. Hobarts had a flat tire, so he didn't come home until after six. Kristy was a bit mad (I was a bit nervous calling her, telling her I couldn't make it.) but luckily Abby, took over my duties.
Unfortunately, she's not as neat or as organized as I am. At lunch today she just gave me the address and the ages of the girls, but forgot to give me their names. Oh well, I'd have all afternoon to learn them.
"Ding, Dong", the door was opened by a smiling woman. I smiled back, and then blinked. She was wearing the strangest clothes I had ever seen. The best way to describe them was; Civil War Era. She looked like that old movie Gone With The Wind. I had never seen someone wear something like that in real life. I don't like to talk much but, I think even Kristy wouldn't be able to speak for a moment or two after seeing her.
"Hello, you must be Mary Anne Spier. I'm Mrs. May. I know what you must be thinking, but there's a reason for this. The fundraiser that I'm heading is putting on a party this evening, a costume party. I won't have time to change once I get back, so here I am. I've chosen to look like a civil war woman. So do you think I pulled it off?"
Understanding now, I nodded. Satisfied, Mrs. May began to explain her instructions and led me to meet her daughters. The girls too were dressed like civil war children, with long dresses, poufy sleeves, and very curly hair with ribbons. Even as I was staring at them, I realized they could put Jenny Prezzario to shame.
"Alright girls, mommy has to go. I'll pick you up for the party in two hours. Remember, don't get anything dirty. Oh, Beth, don't forget to practice the piano. After Beth nodded and she gave a few more instructions and a few quick kisses, Mrs. May left.
I just stood there staring at them for a moment, they reminded me of something, but I couldn't put my finger on what. The girls also stood there staring at me as well. Deciding to break the silence, I asked, "So what do you want to do this afternoon?"
Beth squinted her eyes at me, "I have to practice the piano, remember?" and with that she turned around and I guess walked to the room that held the piano. The nine year old, Meg, rolled her eyes and explained, "We can't do anything, and we have to stay clean too." Holding the youngest girl by the hand, she turned, "Come on Jo and Amy, let's play in the family room with Beth." Ignoring me, they walked the same way as Beth went.
Surprised, it took me a moment to respond. But being a good sitter, I quickly recovered and followed them.
When I got to the family room, I saw that Beth was playing the piano, while the three other girls were playing on the floor by a fireplace, unlit of course. The three girls were playing a game of "mommy", by taking dolls and wrapping them up in blankets and rocking them.
It looked so sweet and cute and so old fashioned. I loved it. And suddenly, I realized why their appearance had shocked me, they looked like and acted like my favorite book, "Little Women, that's who you remind me of, Josephine, Elizabeth, Amy and Margaret. Your mom and dad must love the book as much as I do.
All four girls just stared at me, until "Margaret", opened her mouth, "Margaret? My name's Megan. Her names Joanna, that's Bethany, and she's…."
"Amalia," interrupted Amalia.
"Boy, your weird, " added Bethany.
"Yeah, were only playing like this because we can't get dirty. I want to play basketball" explained Joanna.
"I want to play on the computer, but it caught a virus, "sighed Megan.
"I can't watch TV because I watched too much this morning and mommy and daddy said no more today," Whined Amalia.
"And mom told me to practice, remember?"
I felt my face redden. I was so embarrassed. I can't believe I said that out loud. This was the most embarrassing thing to happen to me, even some of the things Cookie did to me and the other BSC members. I grabbed a magazine and pretended to be really interested about scrapbooking, while the girls went back to playing. From time to time, they would star at me, but we didn't talk to each other again till their mother came home.
Give me a bad luck mystery, a sick child, or a missing Tiger any day, I was never happier then when Mrs. May came home and I could leave. This had been a terrible sitting job.