Just Another Day
Danielle Clementine was Park Avenue Suburbs go-to-babysitter. With obsolete criminal record, immaculate grades, a quirky but adorable face, and a personality to dazzle anyone under the age of 12, Danielle was the perfect candidate for the job. Parents praised her, children adored her, and other young girls looking for easy work envied her. Not only did Danielle make sure to clean up after the children she was watching, she would make a dinner, the kind that doesn’t come from boxes. She made arts and crafts with the children, and would post them on the refrigerators. But every person has a fatal flaw, and Danielle was no exception. The only irregularity with Danielle’s fault was not a soul in Park Avenue knew. Once the children …show more content…
Steinbeck’s yearbook of her senior year at Belmont High. Her fingers drug over the glossy pages, her eyes studied the old black and white pages. Particularly, the club section of the year book stood out to Danielle. The long-ago students sported largely teased hair, big framed glasses, and some even had metal brackets and wires covering their pearly whites. Danielle giggled as she admired the students of the class of 1982. The group of teens had looked so genuinely happy, especially Mrs. Steinbeck. Mrs. Steinbeck today mostly wore a grimace or a frown when she looked at her husband. Almost as if she couldn’t stomach the mere sight of her husband. Danielle had naturally assumed Mr. Steinbeck had had an affair, but now, that was no place for Danielle to wonder into. But back in 1982, the amount of admiration in Mrs. Steinbeck’s eyes was truly astounding. Danielle could almost feel the love radiating from the paper, further causing her curiosity to grow stronger as to why now Mrs. Steinbeck looked like she hated Mr. …show more content…
As if it were a dream, Danielle witnessed the woman’s eyes shift from evil to downright sinister. Her smile turned into a wicked sneer, as if looking at the picture could suck the soul right out of Danielle’s body. Just before Danielle was about to set the photo down, she felt a very light tap on her left shoulder. Shrieking, Danielle threw the Polaroid across the room, fear engrossing her every nerve. With every muscle in her body tensed, Danielle forced herself to open her eyes and turn to see what person was awaiting her attention. But to her surprise, not a soul lingered behind her. Taking a deep breath, Danielle turned back to the pictures, cursing herself for being so paranoid. Gathering to her feet, Danielle trekked across the room to pick up the photo she’d tossed in her moment of weakness. Upon lifting the picture off the floor, Danielle noticed that the woman in the image was gone. Panic striking her core, her eyes widened as the breath was sucked from her
Danielle Clementine was Park Avenue Suburbs go-to-babysitter. With obsolete criminal record, immaculate grades, a quirky but adorable face, and a personality to dazzle anyone under the age of 12, Danielle was the perfect candidate for the job. Parents praised her, children adored her, and other young girls looking for easy work envied her. Not only did Danielle make sure to clean up after the children she was watching, she would make a dinner, the kind that doesn’t come from boxes. She made arts and crafts with the children, and would post them on the refrigerators. But every person has a fatal flaw, and Danielle was no exception. The only irregularity with Danielle’s fault was not a soul in Park Avenue knew. Once the children …show more content…
Steinbeck’s yearbook of her senior year at Belmont High. Her fingers drug over the glossy pages, her eyes studied the old black and white pages. Particularly, the club section of the year book stood out to Danielle. The long-ago students sported largely teased hair, big framed glasses, and some even had metal brackets and wires covering their pearly whites. Danielle giggled as she admired the students of the class of 1982. The group of teens had looked so genuinely happy, especially Mrs. Steinbeck. Mrs. Steinbeck today mostly wore a grimace or a frown when she looked at her husband. Almost as if she couldn’t stomach the mere sight of her husband. Danielle had naturally assumed Mr. Steinbeck had had an affair, but now, that was no place for Danielle to wonder into. But back in 1982, the amount of admiration in Mrs. Steinbeck’s eyes was truly astounding. Danielle could almost feel the love radiating from the paper, further causing her curiosity to grow stronger as to why now Mrs. Steinbeck looked like she hated Mr. …show more content…
As if it were a dream, Danielle witnessed the woman’s eyes shift from evil to downright sinister. Her smile turned into a wicked sneer, as if looking at the picture could suck the soul right out of Danielle’s body. Just before Danielle was about to set the photo down, she felt a very light tap on her left shoulder. Shrieking, Danielle threw the Polaroid across the room, fear engrossing her every nerve. With every muscle in her body tensed, Danielle forced herself to open her eyes and turn to see what person was awaiting her attention. But to her surprise, not a soul lingered behind her. Taking a deep breath, Danielle turned back to the pictures, cursing herself for being so paranoid. Gathering to her feet, Danielle trekked across the room to pick up the photo she’d tossed in her moment of weakness. Upon lifting the picture off the floor, Danielle noticed that the woman in the image was gone. Panic striking her core, her eyes widened as the breath was sucked from her