Ravisha's Story
Chapter Two
INTERVIEW
Saturday morning rose o be gloomy. Or was it just me? Everyday was starting to look gloomy and depressing. I read my alarm clock which read 11:00 A.M. I got up out of bed and started looking for clothes. I can't wear my usual alternative look. I can't wear something short or too tight. It sounded like they have a younger child, so I can't dress like a 'hoe'. I opened my closet, looking for something appropriate to wear. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, a red tee shirt, and a pair of converse shoes. I shut my closet door and pulled my pants on, put my shirt over my head, and began tying my shoes. I plugged my hair straightener in and started looking for something to put in my hair. I found a headband that has a bow on it laying on my desk. I started straightening it and before I knew it, I was done. I put the headband in my hair. I grabbed my bag and walked out the door.
I walked outside to my car. Yes, MY car. My parents actually bought me one so I could drive to school and to college. Well, they're stupid. I brought the newspaper with me, so I could find their house. I got a little lost on the way so I arrived at 2:30 and I felt bad. Finally, I arrived at their house. Their house was pretty nice. I walked up to their door nervously and politely knocked. I didn't get an answer. I knocked again. I heard an annoyed groan from the inside. I was hoping they would still give me a chance. The young teenage boy answered the door, first annoyed when he opened the door.
"Ugh, Hello-" He stopped. He was staring at me for some odd reason. Why? I don't know. I didn't even wear make-up today. Maybe that's why.
"Hi, is this the place that's looking for a babysitter?"
"Uhh….Uh" This kid is weird! But cute.
"Are you're parents home?" I knew I wasn't going to get an answer out of this kid.
"Uh..Ye-" His mother came to the door.
"Hi!" She shook my hand. "You must be Ravi, come on in."
I walked in their house. It was nice and warm. I liked the feeling of not feeling afraid like I always felt in my home.
"Take a seat" She said walking over to the couch near the fireplace. She sat on the couch and I sat in the comfy chair across from her with the table in between us.
"Are you okay?" She asked. "You look somewhat nervous."
"I am, just a little" I nervously chuckled.
"Oh, well, don't be. You look like a clean, nice, smart girl."
"Thanks."
"So, you have babysat before?"
"Well… I've watched kids in my neighborhood before and watched my parents' friends' kids. It wasn't a actual paying job, though."
"Well, we'll pay you for watching our three kids."
"Oh, three?"
"Yes, three. They're no trouble at all, though. We have a ten-year old, an eleven-year old, and a thirteen-year old."
"I can tell the one that answered the phone and the door is thirteen."
"Yes, Jeff is growing up. Did he introduce himself?"
"He did on the phone."
"What did he say to you, then?"
"Actually, it was just some stuttering" I told. I whispered, "Does he have a problem?"
"Oh, no, not that I know of. He probably just thinks you're pretty."
"Haha, I doubt that. Thank you, though.
"So, what days can you work?"
"Well, anytime after school", I couldn't let her know that I don't go to school. "Except for Wednesdays and Thursdays, because I have Dance class and Singing lessons. I can work the weekend, too."
"Oh, that sounds great. Do you like kids?"
"I love kids. On Wednesdays, I go to a superior dance class to learn, and on Thursdays, I teach dance to younger kids after I attend my singing lessons."
"Oh, you teach dance? That sounds fun. And you sing? You sound like a perfect babysitter, too, so you could keep our kids entertained."
"That's how I entertain myself! Oh, yeah, and drawing."
"Our daughter, Jane, likes to draw. I'm pretty sure Lou likes drawing, too." She explained. "I'm sure they will love you."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Oh, I'm so sorry, what is you're last name?"
"Just call me Margaret" She gave a warm smile.
"Thank you, Margaret. When do you need me to babysit?" I asked excitedly.
"My husband, Peter, and I are going out of town for a few days. We're leaving tomorrow" She said. "Peter goes on business trips sometimes and I always watch the kids. I want to go with him more often, so I can go to new places. It's going to be easier having a babysitter for Jeff, Jane, and Lou."
"So what time do you need me to be here tomorrow?"
"Around 4:00 PM" She asked. "If that's okay?"
"Of course! I will be here. When will you be back?"
"Wednesday around five."
"Okay, my dance class doesn't start until six, so it will be okay."
"Okay, the guest bedroom is upstairs at the right end of the hall on the left beside Jeff's bedroom" She explained. She directed at a key, a paper, and a stack of money. "That is the house key, that paper includes the kids' allergies, their bedtimes, their medicines, when they need to take their medicines, and where the medicines are, and that stack of money is for food or emergencies."
"Okay. I'll call you if I have any questions."
"So be here at four tomorrow and if it isn't any trouble, you can pick them up from school on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday after you get out."
"Alright, I will do that. I will see you tomorrow!"
"You can stay, if you like" She said nicely.
"Oh. Okay, then."
"Do you do good in school, Ravi?"
Why is this woman obsessed with my school life?!
"In some classes" I lied. "Like in Art, English, and Science."
"Math was my hardest."
"Mine, too. I hate Math."
"Yeah, I think all kids do" She laughed.
"So where are your kids?" I asked.
"I believe they're all upstairs. I think Lou is watching television, Jane said she is drawing a picture for me and Peter, and Jeff is probably embarrassed right now."
"Awe, that's so cute."
"I like to embarrass my kids, it's funny. I think he might have a crush on you."
I smiled. "That's adorable."
"We have a pool, if you would like to swim."
SCORE!
"Really?! I haven't swam in a while! I love swimming. I'll definitely bring my bathing suit tomorrow!"
"You're more than welcome to. Just watch Lou and don't let him go into the deep end."
"I won't. When I was fifteen, I was one of the two volunteer lifeguards at the local pool."
"Really? You seem like a very sporty girl!" She said. ^_^ "Do you do any other sports or activities?"
"I thought about being on track team a few months ago, but I broke ankle before tryouts" I explained. My dad really had something to do with that… "Other than that, I was a basketball player in first and second grade, a cheerleader in third through sixth grade, a tennis player in seventh grade, a band member in eighth grade, volleyball player in eighth grade through ninth grade, a drama club member in ninth and tenth grade, and a dancer in ninth grade through twelfth grade."
Her face was stunned.
"Wow."
"Plus Gymnastics on Fridays, Wednesdays, and Sundays."
"Tomorrow's Sunday, though."
"I'll just be there from ten to three. I'll be back in time, don't worry."
"You must have a LOT of trophies."
"I do. It was worth it. I'm proud of myself."
"You should be!" She patted my shoulder and walked into the kitchen.
"What would you like to drink, dear?" She called from the kitchen.
"Um... Do you have any juice?"
"I just poured some punch before you got here" She said. "Is that okay?"
"Sure."
"Are you hungry?" She asked nicely.
"I ate before I left this morning, but thank you for your offer."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine" I don't like eating other people's food that they bought for themselves. I feel bad if I do.
"Alright, then. Food's in there if you get hungry."
She walked back into the living room and gave me my glass of punch and sat down.
"Thank you for the punch" I said starting on my drink. I sat the glass on the table. "And the job."
"Oh, you're welcome, dear. We've needed a babysitter or quite some time, now. And we're glad we got one before our trip."
"I've need a job for quite some time. And I'm glad I'm going to have some money" I said.
"Well, you need it more than we do, and we're happy to give" She said with a warm smile.
I got a text from the other dance teacher. The text read:
'Ravi! Come quick to the studio! Something terrible has happened to one our dancers!'
I texted back.
'What?! Who is it?'
'It's Emma!'
I almost puked. This is my only friend I have and I love her.
"What's wrong, dear?" Margaret asked.
"It's one of my dancers, she's hurt. I gotta go" I said nearly running out the door.