"Yes you do. Don't you remember I promised Mr. Johnson across the
street that you would baby-sit for his son Daniel today? He is going to
some sort of renaissance fair and didn't think it was appropriate for him
to come along. Get up! You cant make him wait all day!"
Hermione rolled out of bed and jumped into the shower. She hated when her mother sent her over to the Johnson's house to baby-sit. Daniel was a four-year-old Pain in the ass. She dried herself off, put on her favorite pleated skirt and a matching top, and sat down to brush put her bushy brown hair. Why does mum always assume that I care about earning myself some money! She thought to herself I'm only 10 years old! I shouldn't need to work until I'm at least 15! It's not like we're short on money. She put on her charm bracelet and sat down on her bed to put on her socks and shoes. Dad and Mum are dentists. They get tons of money from the bills from all their patients. Why should I need to...what's this? Hermione spotted a letter in a parchment envelope lying on her night table.
"Mum! ...Dad!" she called, wondering what this letter was. There was no answer. She assumed her father was in the shower based on the running water and her mother was downstairs making breakfast based on the smells. She went downstairs to the kitchen so she could get ready to leave.
"Pancakes Hun?" asked Mrs. Granger.
"Thanks," answered Hermione, "did you leave a letter up in my room?
"no, yesterday was Sunday and today's mail hasn't arrived yet. Why?"
"Never mind. I better get going. Can't keep Mr. Johnson waiting." And with that, she gave her mother a quick smile and skipped out the front door. She didn't know why, but for some reason she felt it just wasn't the right time to tell mum about the letter.
When she got across the street, Mr. Johnson was waiting for her outside.
"You all set then?" he asked. Hermione nodded. "ok, well Daniel is still sleeping so you'll have a bit of time to yourself." Hermione turned to go inside. Yes! I'll get a chance to read the letter. Maybe I should talk to Mr. Johnson about it. But when she turned around to talk to him, he was gone.
Hermione rolled out of bed and jumped into the shower. She hated when her mother sent her over to the Johnson's house to baby-sit. Daniel was a four-year-old Pain in the ass. She dried herself off, put on her favorite pleated skirt and a matching top, and sat down to brush put her bushy brown hair. Why does mum always assume that I care about earning myself some money! She thought to herself I'm only 10 years old! I shouldn't need to work until I'm at least 15! It's not like we're short on money. She put on her charm bracelet and sat down on her bed to put on her socks and shoes. Dad and Mum are dentists. They get tons of money from the bills from all their patients. Why should I need to...what's this? Hermione spotted a letter in a parchment envelope lying on her night table.
"Mum! ...Dad!" she called, wondering what this letter was. There was no answer. She assumed her father was in the shower based on the running water and her mother was downstairs making breakfast based on the smells. She went downstairs to the kitchen so she could get ready to leave.
"Pancakes Hun?" asked Mrs. Granger.
"Thanks," answered Hermione, "did you leave a letter up in my room?
"no, yesterday was Sunday and today's mail hasn't arrived yet. Why?"
"Never mind. I better get going. Can't keep Mr. Johnson waiting." And with that, she gave her mother a quick smile and skipped out the front door. She didn't know why, but for some reason she felt it just wasn't the right time to tell mum about the letter.
When she got across the street, Mr. Johnson was waiting for her outside.
"You all set then?" he asked. Hermione nodded. "ok, well Daniel is still sleeping so you'll have a bit of time to yourself." Hermione turned to go inside. Yes! I'll get a chance to read the letter. Maybe I should talk to Mr. Johnson about it. But when she turned around to talk to him, he was gone.