A Terrible Two [Chevi]
Jun 21, 2016 16:34:04 GMT -5
Post by Penguin on Jun 21, 2016 16:34:04 GMT -5
G I G I W I L D R O P D I S T R I C T 1 |  Let me just start by saying that I am not a morning person. When I am rudely awoken by sunshine flooding into my room abruptly, I am obviously not going to be happy. But what makes me even more joyful is when someone opens the damn blinds to wake me up. If you couldn't tell by now, some awful, wicked person just put me through that torture. My lovely sister. I love her to death, don't get me wrong, but after living with me for all sixteen years of my life she might've figured out that she should be at least a bit more- accommodating to my quirks. template by chelsey"Pansy," I half-shout, half-interrogate, "What the hell are you doing?" But at that point it is too late. She has already left the room, and has already ran out. Knowing her, there is a purpose to this, she usually does let me sleep, despite her despising it. Dreading what possibly could be the matter, I roll out of bed, and head my way into the main room of our small home (at least by District 1's standards). On our kitchen table, there is a note addressed to me, reading: 'GIGI! I double-booked myself today with jobs! I need you to take care of a babysitting job that I was requested for, it should only be for a few hours and she'll pay well. By the way, you need to be there by noon. You better do it! Love, Pansy.' There was an address on the back, no excuses I can really draw out that she'll accept. My luck. I thought that I had the day off to do as I please, but it looks like this changed. Now I have to worry about some bratty little kid. All kids in District 1. If you think otherwise, you're lying. Wait! Oh my, that's in 15 minutes. Well, looks like it's time to rush and screw up my make-up trying to get there on time. Fortunately, I have an outfit that I set out to wear last night, so I may actually make it on time. Slamming the door into my room open again, I quickly put on my blouse and mini-skirt and begin putting on make-up. Once I'm finished, I grab my handbag, and run out the door. Looking back at the note with the address on it, I think for a moment where it is, and I can recall the approximate location, and make my way that direction. By the time I finally find the home after searching door-by-door, I'm likely a little late. Making sure my hair is perfect, and my clothes are adjusted to where they need to be, I collect myself then I knock on the door. After a brief moment, a lady opens the door, and my eyes are attracted to a small moving object near her feet. That's when I realize that that small moving object is the dirty excuse-of-a-human-life-form that I have to babysit. Without thinking, I blurt out a somewhat disappointedly, "Oh." My eyes travel upwards back at the woman and I realize, just based off of her facial expression, that she is not impressed with me... |
