babysitting [clover]
Jan 21, 2012 19:30:04 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jan 21, 2012 19:30:04 GMT -5
quartz stonewall - district four
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Why had Quartz agreed to do this again?
Oh right. She hadn’t. Daddy had arranged it as an exchange for someone doing a favour for him, or the other way around, and had simply waltzed into her room and announced that she was babysitting tonight. Of course, she wouldn’t defy her father, and he’d apologised about 10 times in his explanation, so Quartz, not wanting to disappoint her Daddy and feeling a bit sorry for him, had done what she usually did – hugged him tight, grinned and bore what was to come.
So here she sat, in the living room of some stranger’s house, what was there name again? Summerset. Right, the Summerset household, ‘babysitting’ the little girl called Dawn. Or was it Eve? No, it was definitely Eve. To be honest, Quartz wasn’t that great with people, let alone kids, so had never really had any experience around children. Being an only child, she hadn’t had the fortune of being a role model or anything like that, and struggled to remember what it was like being 10 years old. It was safe to say that she was rather nervous, being left alone with the little girl - who sat across from her on another couch drawing, or something.
Why am I even here, anyway? I mean, the kid looks fine by herself, Quartz thought bitterly. Oh yeah. Daddy. Her father was the only person in the world that Quartz would ever do a favour for, especially something like this. She’d die for her Daddy, so surely looking after a kid for a few hours shouldn’t be too hard. Then again, if she were at home, Quartz would most probably be swimming by the beach near her house; watching the orange sun that set against the horizon slip behind the mountains, replacing the bright brushstrokes of sky with teeny little stars and a pitch-black veneer, moonlight reflecting onto the rippling waters. People thought her mad for wanting to swim at this time of the year (“In January?! At night?!” they’d shriek), but Quartz didn’t mind the cold. In fact, the icy water only made her want to swim even more. Her body ached for the water, sighing. The sea would have to wait for the morning.
Quartz glanced up from her fidgeting hands at the girl, watching her go by about her own way. She’s cute, I guess, Quartz thought with a raise of her eyebrows and a shrug. She’d heard about the family from whispered rumours around the District. Her father was apparently attached to a bottle of alcohol everywhere he went, abusive and jobless. Quartz shuddered at the thought of her father ever turning into something like that, blinking away the daunting contemplation. She almost felt sorry for the little girl – no kid should have to grow up with that, she thought to herself. Apart from the prolonged silence between the two after a brief, awkward introduction, things seemed to be doing ok. All Quartz had to do was keep up with this for a while longer. Again, shouldn’t be too hard.
What was the worst that could happen?
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