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My name is Gabriella Montez and I'm 17. During my summer holidays, I was sent to baby-sit a 6 year old boy named Aden Bolton in an enormous mansion. I had to make some money to support my mother because she was really ill. She was a clerk and she couldn't even work properly anymore. The Bolton's were very rich. Aden's father name was Troy Bolton and he was just 25 years old while his wife, Angeline Bolton, was already 43. So I was sent to the Bolton's household and something unexpected happened. Let me tell you my story…

"Gabby, are you sure you'll be alright? Do you really want to take this job?" My ill mother kept asking me. I was to leave for Albuquerque the next day.

"Yes, mom. I'm sure. And don't worry, I'm gonna get lots of money and you'll get your operation." I replied as I stuffed my things into my luggage. "And if you need anything, call me, alright Mom?"

"Alright, sweetie. Just be careful."

I slept early that night as I was to leave at 5 am the next day. I was really going to miss my mother…

My alarm rang the next morning and I got ready. My mom was awake too. She came into my room. "Maybe you shouldn't go, honey." She said.

"Mom, you need your operation. We need money." I told her. I hugged my mother. My mom and I are really close. My father left us when I was just 6.

So I ate my breakfast and I took a bus to the airport. My plane departed at 6 am. I fell asleep on the plane. Hours later, a man woke me up. "Excuse me Miss, you've arrived in Albuquerque." He said. "Oh, alright." I said as I got off the plane. I took my luggage and went into the Albuquerque airport. As I walked, I tried to search for someone holding up my name on a poster or something.

Then I saw a woman in her forties with short blonde hair holding up a poster with 'Gabreela Muntaz.' Eventhough it was spelled wrongly, I knew it was my name. So I went to her. "I'm Gabriella Montez, nice to meet you Mrs Bolton." I held out my hand to her, smiling. She didn't shake my hand. She just had a tight sour face. She looked like she had botox. She wore a long, silky, expensive-looking white dress. "Come with me." She said and walked off. So I just followed her to her car. It was a black Mercedes and she had a driver. I went into the car and sat beside her. "Drive us back home." Mrs Bolton told her driver. I felt really awkward and uncomfortable because she didn't say a word to me.

"So, what does your mother work as?" She said finally after long minutes of silence.

"A clerk. At a school." I replied.

"No wonder." She said. How rude! "No father?" She asked.

"Nope…" I replied.

After that, none of us said a word until we reached a big, beautiful mansion. Wow. I followed Mrs Bolton inside. "Montez, no shoes inside." She said. "Leave them outside."

So I did as I was told. But she wore her shoes inside. Oh well, it is her house.

Once we entered the mansion, a little boy came running to Mrs Bolton. "Oh, this is my little boy Aden. The one you'll be baby sitting, obviously." She told me. Aden was trying to tell his mother something but she didn't listen. He had curly blonde hair like Mrs Bolton's and big blue eyes. Mrs Bolton didn't have blue eyes so I assumed he got it from his dad. But Aden was so adorable!

"Remember, Aden can't watch television for more than an hour. He can't play any games. No junk food either. He's allergic to orchids and feed him salad after every meal.

Do you get that?" She told me. Wow, I'll try to remember that. "Yes, I got that." I replied.

"Alright then. I'll show you your room now." She said as she went up the marble stairs. I followed her, bringing my luggage along. "Here it is." She said, opening a door. The room was nice. A little small but definitely better than my room back home.

"Alright. Thank you." I thanked her.

"After you get changed, I want you to come downstairs and look after Aden because I'll be going to a friend's wedding and Mr Bolton is at work. Oh and please keep in mind that I won't be around mostly. Oh and Aden's private tutor will be coming in an hour." Her face was emotionless.

"Okay…" I replied. So far I still haven't seen her smile.

So I got changed into jeans and a sweater and went downstairs. I saw Aden infront of the TV. I sat down beside him. "Hey, Aden. How old are you?" I asked.

"Today's my 6th birthday." He replied not taking his eyes of the TV. He was watching Spongebob Squarepants.

"Oh really? Happy birthday. Aren't you gonna celebrate it?"

"No. I've got no one to celebrate it with. Even mommy doesn't know. It's like that every year." Aden said. So that's what he was trying to tell his mother earlier.

"Oh. What about your friends?"

"I don't have any. I'm home schooled. I have a private teacher. And she'll be coming in an hour."

Poor kid!

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