Callie angrily kicked a can across the street. It was a beautiful,
summer day and she was headed over to some ladies' house to baby-sit some
kid. Callie was angry at her mom for signing her up for it because she
didn't want to spend her ENTIRE summer babysitting! It was THE last thing
on her mind. Unfortunately, her mom thought it taught her responsibility.
When Callie reached the house, she quickly walked up the brick path to the door and knocked. Almost immediately, the door opened and an attractive, middle-aged woman stepped out.
"Hello. You must be Callie," the woman greeted.
The woman's voice was high and so very sweet. Callie smiled and nodded.
"Do come in," the woman gestured. "Oh, I almost forgot! You can call me Miss. Jenkins," the woman smiled. "Hello Miss. Jenkins," Callie said, as she gritted her teeth. "I am deeply sorry, but I simply must be going. By the way, Angela is in the play room."
Miss. Jenkins called over her shoulder as she left. She was gone before Callie had a chance to reply. Callie started towards the playroom. She had already been in the house, but her interview was with Angela's father. He had left on a business trip. Callie had never had a chance to meet Angela or her mother.
When Callie reached the play room, she took a deep breath, hoping the child wasn't wild. She stepped into the room. Angela had been sitting on the ground, but she jumped up. Callie couldn't help but stare.
The girl was so pretty. She had long, wavy, black hair... and bright blue eyes. Her creamy complexion went perfect with her naturally red lips and high cheek bones. Callie knew she was only three, though. At the interview, Angela's father said that they named her after an Angel. Callie didn't blame them. She was so angel-like!
"Hi there," Callie cooed.
Angela had on a shy expression.
"You must be Angela," Callie went on.
Angela nodded shyly, and then she sat back down and colored. Angela didn't speak the entire time, but simply colored.
When Callie reached the house, she quickly walked up the brick path to the door and knocked. Almost immediately, the door opened and an attractive, middle-aged woman stepped out.
"Hello. You must be Callie," the woman greeted.
The woman's voice was high and so very sweet. Callie smiled and nodded.
"Do come in," the woman gestured. "Oh, I almost forgot! You can call me Miss. Jenkins," the woman smiled. "Hello Miss. Jenkins," Callie said, as she gritted her teeth. "I am deeply sorry, but I simply must be going. By the way, Angela is in the play room."
Miss. Jenkins called over her shoulder as she left. She was gone before Callie had a chance to reply. Callie started towards the playroom. She had already been in the house, but her interview was with Angela's father. He had left on a business trip. Callie had never had a chance to meet Angela or her mother.
When Callie reached the play room, she took a deep breath, hoping the child wasn't wild. She stepped into the room. Angela had been sitting on the ground, but she jumped up. Callie couldn't help but stare.
The girl was so pretty. She had long, wavy, black hair... and bright blue eyes. Her creamy complexion went perfect with her naturally red lips and high cheek bones. Callie knew she was only three, though. At the interview, Angela's father said that they named her after an Angel. Callie didn't blame them. She was so angel-like!
"Hi there," Callie cooed.
Angela had on a shy expression.
"You must be Angela," Callie went on.
Angela nodded shyly, and then she sat back down and colored. Angela didn't speak the entire time, but simply colored.