beebee17- Yeah, I thought so too. Suze seems the type to have a potty mouth, but I guess Meg being under the teen publisher and all limits her.

Thanks to everyone else who reviewed.

And now, here is a shortish chapter, but the plot finally starts. And I KNOW WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING!

Proud of me?

Okay, on with the show, er, fic...

Chapter 3

"Suze, play with me!" screamed Timmy, one of the boys that I was babysitting. There were four kids altogether: Sarah (13), Melissa (10), Troy (7), and Timmy (4).

"No, Suze play with me," screamed Troy. God, kids are so anoying. I hope mine are never like this.

"I can play with both of you," I reasoned, "what would you like to play?"

"Hide and seek!" Timmy exclaimed.

"Yeah, hide and seek tag!" Troy agreed, but put extra emphasis on tag. So they can get along after all. Okay, maybe this isn't as bad as I thought it was.

"Okay, that sounds good," I said. Then I looked over to the girls, who were whispering about something.

"Would you two like to play?" I asked them.

They looked a little taken aback that I had asked them to play the game. "No," answered Sarah, "we're too old to play such a childish game."

"Yeah," Melissa pitched in.

"I'm going to play and I'm older than you," I told them. Look, I was trying to get them to do something. They were just sitting there and doing practically nothing.

"That's because you're stupid," Sarah said.

"Excuse me?" I said, pretending I didn't hear her properly.

"I said 'that's because you're stupid'," she answered.

"Do you always talk to your elders that way?" I queried.

"No, only to the ones I don't like," she replied. Wow, what a smart-ass. She needs some straightening out. Let me guess, she's the most popular girl in school. I wouldn't be surprised.

I just smiled. "We're all entitled to our own opinions. No one ever said you had to like me," I said calmly. Inside I was raging mad.

"Uh huh," Sarah said, "well, we're going in my room." And they got up and walked up the stairs and were out of sight. Good, little bitches.

I turned back to the two little boys, who were being angels, by the way.

"So, do you two still want to play hide n seek tag?" I asked.

They nodded their heads and screamed "Yeah!" in unison.

So, I led them outside to the backyard and we played it. I had fun, I was it mostly because they didn't want to, but it was still fun. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to have kids.

"Ahhh!"

Oh, I forgot about them.

I quickly ran back inside, ushering the boys in also and ran up the stairs. I went into their room and found Sarah still screaming her head off.

"Eeek!" she screamed again.

"What is it?" I asked.

She looked at me and scowled. Then she said, "I got green nailpolish on my brand new suede skirt," she explained. I went to her and examined it. She got it pretty good.

"Is this real suede," I asked.

She looked unsure, "I think so," she replied.

"You don't kmow for sure?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Do you still have the price tag and washing information?" I asked. She nodded and fumbled through a drawer. She came out with a ticket. I looked at it. $21.00.

"This isn't real sueded," I informed her.

She protested, "Yes it is!"

"No, its not," I retaliated, "real suede would cost hundreds of dollars, Sarah."

Then I looked at the washing instructions. Dry clean, it said.

"You have to take it to the cleaners," I said to her.

Then she burst into tears. "What is it?" I asked.

She jsut shook her head, "Mom's gonna kill me. I just got that yesterday!"

"It's only a skirt," I reminded her.

"I know," she sniffled.

Then, I had an idea.

"Sarah, do you trust me?" I asked her.

"I-I don't know," she replied, "why?"

"Because I think I can make your skirt better," I replied.

She looked at me quizzically, "How?"

"Do you trust me?" I asked again.

"Yeah, I guess," she said. Good enough.

"Okay, then I'll take this with me. I'll bring it to you in a few days when I come to babysit again," I told her. "You'll love it." I assured her.

"Okay," she said in a small voice. God, all over a skirt that wasn't even that much. But hey, I wanted this kid to like me. And if she did, then her sister certainly would.

Right when I got downstairs, I heard a car pull in the driveway. The parents were home, FINALLY.

I quickly shoved the skirt in my bag before her mother saw it.

"Hello, sweetie," the mother said as soon as she came through the door. I said a 'hello'. She dropped her stuff on the counter and handed me my $50. Four kids for three hours gets you good pay.

"Thanks, Mrs. Hertz," I thanked her.

"No, thank you, Suze. I know my kids are a handful," she said and smiled, "now where are the little devils?"

I laughed at that and said, "The girls are in Sarah's room and the boys are in the den playing video games."

"Okay, well thanks again, Suze. I'll see you Thursday?"

"Sure," I said, "Goodbye." I waved and headed out the door.

I hopped in my car and drove off. As I was driving down Seventeen-mile drive, I saw something in the middle of the road. It looked like a dead animal. I ignored it, because dead animals are revolting, but when it twitched, I realized it was still alive.

So, I parked my car on the side of the road and went up to the cat? I guess thats what it was.

Then I recognized the cat. Spike.

OoOoh. Spikie is road-kill. Well, almost. Heh.

So, is it good, bad, horrifyingly repulsive?

ReViEw, PlEaSe!

§nicole§