It is the
first week of June, which means summer is here. I was still asleep on my bed
dreaming until the heat from the rays of the sun woke me up. I got up from my
bead and gently scratched my eyes. Then I slowly raised my arms up as high as I
could and stretch making a nose while doing it. I walked to my closet opening
it excitedly and started grabbing clothes and placing it on my bed one bed one
by one. When I was finished getting ready and putting on my make-up I rushed
down the stair eager to eat. In the kitchen I reached as high as I could to
grab a bowl from the top cover, and grabbed a spoon from the drawer next to the
sink. Hearing the clinking noise when I place the spoon in the bowl, I grabbed the
milk from inside the fridge and placed all of it on the glass table. Then I started
to pour the cereal and the milk into the bowl while watching powerpuff girls on
TV. While I was eating and watching TV the doorbell rang. I got up from my seat
and peaked through the hole in the door. Seeing that the kid was here I opened
the door excited for my first day of babysitting.
After I opened
the door I unlocked the screen door and let her in. The mom says “ok, be good
and have a nice day” and leaves. I told her to make herself at home and freaks
out when she see my brother playing Zelda because that is her favorite game.
The girl that I was babysitting goes to the same school as my brother and seem
to almost be “bestfriends” with him. “Great, another day of listening to stuff
about Naruto and Zelda” I thought to myself. I sat down on the couch and got
myself comfortable with my body sinking in to the cushion and the pillow of the
couch. It was kind of a typical summer just going on YouTube, making videos, Instagram,
Facebook, and Twitter. Hours of scrolling through weird and funny pictures or
videos. Then I hear a CRASH from one of the plates that have been knocked over
while they were tossing around my big stuffed Pikachu toy. The plate was from
Japan when my Dad was still active duty, and have a red lining with a picture
of a Japanese gate in the middle. Thankfully it didn’t break and gently try to
place it back. They both ran to the other room and started jumping on the couch
pretending that they are Naruto being ninjas.
I was
getting kind of hungry so I went back to the kitchen to make and Oreo shake. First
I assembled the blender and grabbed the ice cream, milk, and Oreos. Then I yelled
“Rj why is the Oreos not put away properly” and check to see if it is fine.
After mixing it I gently poured it into a Coca-Cola glass and made a small drip
on the counter and cleaned it. When I was done I went to the living room to
find all the pillows on the floor and the two kids missing. I peaked to find
them in the garage playing Wii. At around 7:00 I was watching King of the Hill
while they were both playing Zelda on the DS. When I heard a voice saying “Hello,
is anyone here?” walking to the other side to find that her mom is here. I unlocked
the screen door hearing a click sound and she grabbed everything that belonged
to her and left leaving nothing left. I went outside to say good bye and waited
for them to leave as the lights from the car got smaller and smaller. I felt
that this was an important event for me because it taught how to be responsible
by taking care of them. Another thing is how to be patient with them even if
they might give you a heart attack by making a huge mess.
