I hope you like it. I'm going to try and give each character an equal part in the over-all story, but this chapter is mostly about Alex. This first chapter is not as well-written as the upcoming chapters, trust me. I would love it if you'd review. I can't wait for my first reviewer! Thank you and enjoy.

To Protect You

Chapter 1

Miss. Donafeild

"Daddy. Please don't leave us with a babysitter." Alex Russo, middle child of three, pleaded. "Don't you think we're old enough to stay home alone for a week?"

"You kids? Alone for a week?" Jerry, Alex's father, raised his eyebrows. "Last time your mother and I left, you turned a mannequin to life! Why would I want that to happen again?"

"I was young and foolish then." Alex said, crossing her arms.

"Um… that was three moths ago…" Max, the youngest, told. Alex sent him a glare.

"Well, I turned fifteen the other day! Fifteen year-old girls do not need babysitters."

"Alex…" Jerry warned, pointing a finger at his daughter.

"Dad! Don't make me beg on my knees! This floor is filthy!" Alex whined.

"You're not going to faze me Alex."

"I can't believe this! How could you possibly do this to us?" Alex's temper flared, stomping her foot on the ground.

"Honey, you know I love you guys very much, that's why I have to protect you." Jerry said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You'll thank me one day."

Alex rolled her eyes and hugged her dad. "Fine. I guess if the babysitter is cool than it'll be okay."

"That's my girl." Jerry smiled. He turned to Max and ruffled his hair, "See you in a week buddy!"

"Bye dad." Max sighed.

"Justin will be home soon. He's at school doing extra work. I'm picking your mother up from Grandma's house. Make sure you call us, or she'll freak out."

"Alright." Alex said, not caring at the least bit.

"When the babysitter comes, give her your greatest respects."

"Does 'The Babysitter' have a name?"

"I'm not sure what her name is." Jerry scratched his head. "But she probably doesn't know about magic. So if you use magic, you'll be in a lot of trouble.

"I hear you loud and clear."

"Make dinner for Max and yourself. We have leftovers in the refrigerator. Or you can make sandwiches."

"Got it dad."

"I love you sweetie."

"Love you too dad." Alex heaved a breath. Jerry proudly headed out the door.

Alex scoffed. She still couldn't believe it. "Maxey." His head shot toward her. "Can you make dinner?"

"Sure." Max quickly agreed. Alex grinned; it's so easy to take advantage of her little brother. Alex took a seat on the couch and slipped off her beige boots. She placed her head on the arm rest and before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep.

"Alex…Alex, wake up." Alex's eyed fluttered open. She was not pleased to see her other brother, Justin, arched over her.

"What?" Alex snapped.

"The sitter's here." Justin jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

Alex sat up and cringed. A woman was standing about 4 feet away. This lady did not look pretty. She was about the same height as Alex. She was not skinny, but definitely not over-weight. Sickingly, greasy, light brown hair waved down to her shoulders and curled out at the end. Alex hated hair that curled out. The woman's eyes were a dull gray that practically shouted 'boring!' Her nose was abnormally small. 'Way too small for her big head.' Alex thought. Her ugly chapped lips were probably covering the most gruesome yellow teeth. But what bothered Alex the most was the plain purple head-to-toe pea coat she was wearing.

"Take a look in the mirror ma'am! You're like a giant plum!" Alex spoke up, not meaning to say it aloud.

"Excuse me?" The woman replied, obviously offended. Her voice did not match her looks. Her voice had a tint of a German accent, but had a thick, strict tone to it. Alex envied hated that kind of tone. But what shocked her were this woman's teeth. They were… perfect! Beautiful pearly whites. How could such amazing teeth be on such a disturbing face?

Justin chuckled nervously. "This is Alex."

"Hmm…" The woman studied her, and then looked at the boy standing behind the couch. "Who're you?"

"That's Max." Justin said before Max could even open his mouth. "Max, Alex, this is Miss. Donafeild."

"I can understand why she's Miss.Donafeild." Alex muttered. Max laughed at her crack of a joke.

"Alex!" Justin hissed and gave Max a look to shut up.

"My word! I have never met such dishonorable children!" Miss. Donafeild exclaimed. "I may assure you that any bad behavior will not be tolerated for now on. I am put to discipline you for your own safety."

"Alex knows discipline. There's never a week when she's not grounded." Max said. Justin rolled is eyes.

"How old are you children?"

"12, 15, and 16." Justin told her, and added, "In the obvious orders."

"I'm going to look around." She said, and climbed up the spiral staircase.

"I don't like her." Alex immediately announced.

"I do. She's strict, and she may even be able to keep you two under control."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Alex questioned.

"You know what I mean." Justin responded.

"Are you saying we can't be trusted?"

"I'm not saying you can't."

"Ugh! You're just like dad!"

"What's wrong? Daddy's little girl didn't get what she wanted?"

"Shut it Justin!"

"Oh I'm Alex!" Justin mocked. "I always get what I want because everyone always melts by the look of my puppy eyes! Please daddy! That's not fair! You never let me have anything!"

"I don't talk like that." Alex scoffed.

"You should listen to yourself more often! You'll understand why everyone wants to cover their ears when you talk!"

"Stop it loser!"

"What's wrong? Don't have a good enough come-back?"

"Guys, stop it." Max said, really frustrated, but they barely noticed him.

"Justin! Why don't you go cry to your dolls!" Alex yelled.

"They're action figures Alex! Action figures!"

"Guys!" Max said louder. Miss. Donafeild came down the stairs with a dirty look on her face. The three didn't see her.

"Fine! Go cry to your action figures!" Alex put up her fingers and air quoted her words.

"STOP!" Max screamed and flung up his arms. His brother and sister finally quieted down, but only because they noticed their mother's lamp tilting over, in slow motion it seemed. Max had hit it when he brought his hands up. The lamp tipped over the end of the table and crashed at Max's feet.

At first, Justin and Alex rolled their eyes, it was not the first time the lamp had been broken.

But their faces soon showed shock and horror when Miss. Danafeild grabbed their little brother up by the hair in a very threatening way.

To be continued...