“I wish I could,” I sigh, “But I have to babysit The Brats tonight.” The Brats is what we call the twin seven year olds and their baby sister who I have to babysit weekly. They are awful and the only reason I even think about driving by their house is the extravagant paycheck the I get from the Watsons every Wednesday. Their parents are doctors and had to get a new babysitter every day before I came along.
“Why can’t you just ditch them. Maybe then they will realize how much you do any you will get paid even more.” she said, drawing out the last syllable.
I push Kayla out the door and watch her dash to her house across the street. Then I pack my bags and jump in my car. I speed down the street and hope none of the neighbors notice me.
Within minutes I’m at the Watsons house and I can see the silhouettes of the twins waiting for me through the glass door. I walk up and see them run away to grab their mother, Evelyn. Evelyn answers the door with a fake smile plastered on her face. She is wearing a nurse costume for the Halloween party they go to every year. She doesn’t look like it was her who picked the costume, and adjusts it every five seconds to make it cover more of her