It's been a whole bloody week since I was kicked down to babysit a bunch of nosy teenagers. That's why I had to take on a brat, as my flatmate. So not only am I with ignorant kids at work, I also have to live with one. I used to look up to Erwin – the big boss guy – key word: used to. It was almost as though he held some respect for me, I was his very own apprentice when I first started working at 'Wings of Liberty', that was almost fifteen years ago, and you would think that after so long working there I would have gotten a bloody award or something - at the very least, a promotion. But all I got was a demotion. I guess it wasn't meant to be a demotion, I mean, Erwin looked pretty proud when he told me.

"It's your very own chance to have your own apprentices!" He said, "Like I taught you, you can now teach others!"

I wasn't for it. No way, I didn't sign up to babysit, I wanted to organise, be the boss of mature adults, not kids. Maybe even one day – be the big boss, in charge of everyone! Not baby sit.

Erwin recognised my crappy expression and continued, "Come on now, Levi, it's not that bad… I was annoyed at first when I was told that I had to look after you, but then you proved yourself to me, you showed me that you weren't worthless!"

And so now – here I am – waiting for the little brats to turn up for their first tour of the site, and also hoping that new brat hasn't eaten my apples. I'm standing in my new office – oh right, I was also kicked out of my old office so I can be closer to the kids – watching as they turn up in the foyer outside, one at a time. I check my watch, 11:53. Only seven more minutes before I have to go out there and put up with the brats. If it was my decision, I would get someone less experienced to do this. I even approached Erwin with a few suggestions – but he wouldn't have any of it.

"Erwin, listen. I know you think it will help me grow as a person and all to help those brats, but – listen, I'm not your guy."

"Levi-"

"I just think that my talent could be used somewhere else, somewhere – you know – better." I looked up and Erwin was staring at me, his thick, blonde eyebrows drawn in a stern line. His whole face was saying: "just shut up." Everything but his words. I wasn't going to listen, I was going to pretend that I didn't even notice that look.

"I have a few suggestions here that I think would be much better at, baby sitting." I started to shuffle the papers in my hands. "Okay, first off, Petra Ral. She is currently working in the communication department, doesn't have a major role, much more skilled at communication – and hence, kids."

"No, the communications department need everyone they can get."

I rolled my eyes, hoping he didn't see, and then went on to the next worker. "Okay then, Hanji Zoe. She works in the payments department. There are more than enough people working there."

"Hanji is the leading mathematician and has been working here for 14 years; she actually deserves a promotion to leader soon." I was shocked to hear this from Erwin, I had been working here for 15 and the only promotion I've had was from apprentice to worker.

"Fine," I continued, moving onto my third and final suggestion – this one was a stretch, and I knew I was done the moment he shot down Petra. "Mike Zacharius… The mailman…"

Then Erwin gave me a look of disappointment, as though he thought I would at least come up with some good suggestions. "Listen, Levi, I've already given you my orders. There's no going back now."

"Sir," I pleaded. "I've been working here for fifteen years; I think I deserve a better job than baby-sitting."

"Your time will come, Levi; everyone has boundaries they have to jump over before getting somewhere big. Now go, you need to prepare for the apprentices."

It's now 11:59, seconds to go before I have to introduce myself to my new apprentices. I think I'm going to be sick. I never liked children – even when I was one. They're so filthy and nosy.

12:00

I walk out the door of my office as soon as the hand hits 12. "Alright, brats, listen up." They all stop their casual chatter at the sound of my voice. Looking around I can see that there is five of them in front of me; I was expecting six. "I'm glad that some of you made it here on time; where's the sixth brat…" I scan the foyer for any excess teenagers but see none. "Alright then, I'm Levi, your boss."

It's then I hear footsteps pummelling the tiled floor, like a herd of cows. When I look over, there's a brown haired kid, with a red bandanna that's slipped down to around his neck. He's wearing a grey suit jacket with black jeans and a white button-up top. His chest is heaving from the run and he's shuffling his way over to me and the other brats.

"Sorry I'm late…"