Chapter 2: Starting The New Job.

Dianna POV

"Oh my goodness. It's beautiful up here." I whisper to myself. It's kind of bright so I go back in, and talk with Jean in the living room.

"Goodbye, Ms. Enhart. Not to be rude or anything, but when do you think you'll be back."

"I have no idea, but I'm trusting you with my baby. So don't lose my trust. Bye." She shuts the door gently and I hear the car start. I grab the remote. I flip through the channels until Jean starts crying. I jump up (Then regret it) and get her a bottle. I warmed it up and the sit down with her. I rock her gently while I sit in her nursery with her, and she eats. I look around and wonder what kind of life my baby will have. When she finishes I burp her, and then put the Tellie-Tubbies on. I set her in the playpen then go to the kitchen to grab something to eat. I haven't ate all day. I have to be careful what foods I eat, because one tiny thing and I could throw up my guts. I choose a few strawberries to snack on. When I come back I find that she's asleep. I watch some TV. When she starts to wake up I pick her up, and sit back down her . She rests her head on my chest and I pet her back.

We watch TV for a few hours, but when I hear the back door open. I hop up, and grab the nearest thing in case I have to beat someone up. I walk into the kitchen and see a teenage boy who is roughly my age, maybe older.

"Who are you?" I say and put my hand on the back of Jeanette's head while the other is on her back. The boy jumps. He's obviously startled by me.

"Shesh! I'm George. Are you the new babysitter? You're kind of young." He says.

"Who are you?" I ask again.

"I'm Elizabeth's oldest kid, and that's my baby sister."

"Oh. Yes. I'm the new babysitter. I'm Dianna Marie Johnson." I say and hold one hand out for him to shake. He does shake my hand, but as soon as he touches my hand I pull it back. I walk back to the living room, and wonder why Elizabeth didn't just have her son watch the baby.

"Why did your mom hire someone to watch the baby when she could have you do it for free?" I blurt out. He's sitting in an armchair watching TV with us.

"I have summer school. Ugh. That reminds me." He goes out of the room and returns with a backpack. He plops down in the armchair and pulls out a math book. He sets the book on his lap and begins to work away, but he gets stuck.

"Want help? I'm pretty good at math." I offer.

"If you think you can do this. Please. Help away."

"Well, come over here so I can see the problem." He stands up and sits down next to me. I look at the problem.

"It's not that hard. All you got to do is cancel that fraction, bring over the remainder, and subtract." I say. He looks completely lost. I set Jean down in her playpen, and get his pencil. I take it one step at a time.

"Oh. I get it. Thanks." He says.

"Welcome." Then when he finishes, he asks me to go over his work with him to make sure it's correct. I do. I smell something funky, and kind of sickening. I jump and start running. I hope this doesn't last long. I don't know how much more I can take of it. I brush my teeth, and go back to the living room holding my head and stomach.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks.

"You don't want to know." I say and lean my head against the couch.

"Can I get you something?"

"No thanks. I just need to wait it out." After my throw up scene everything went pretty smoothly. I had a good time with Jeanette, and George helped. George went to his room, and I guess he went to sleep. I walk around until Jean is asleep. I glance over at the clock. It's 9:30. I've been here since 11:00. So I should get $55 tonight. I sit in the nursery with Jean until Ms. Enhart gets here. When she opens the door it kind of scared me. Ms. Enhart summons me quietly, and I put Jean in her crib. I close the door.

"Hello." I whisper.

"Hi. How was everything today?" She says and walks into the kitchen, and I follow.

"Perfect. I didn't know you had another kid, and so when he came in it scared me. Today was great." I say.

"Wonderful. So you wouldn't mind coming back tomorrow?" She hands me today's pay.

"Not at all. I would love to."

"See you then." She smiles.

"Bye." I wave and leave. I walk home. I had some scary moments, but I just kept walking. Ok. I'm just going to say it. I can't stop thinking about George, but I can't date because of my current status. But looking is a different matter. Haha. I grab a bag of snack mix, and munch. That probably wasn't the best choice. I'm throwing up once again. Afterward, I drink a cup of milk. See? I don't need parents. I can take good care of myself. I search the fridge for some yogurt. I don't have any. Guess I have find something else. I guess I don't want anything else. I will get some tomorrow.

"How about pudding." I grab a cup, and sit on the couch. I flip through a magazine, then get ready for bed. Want to know what's going through my head? I'm think about where my parents are. I wonder if they are even bothered by my not being there. I finally decide that I don't care, and I set an alarm for tomorrow.

"I love you. Don't ever think otherwise. It doesn't matter if the whole world turns on you. Just know that you'll always have my arms to run into." It's kind of pointless, but I just had to say that. I close my eyes, and envision my future. I see me holding my newborn. I see me waking up at 2:30 to feed the baby. I see he or she running to me with a scraped knee. If a girl, I see me putting her hair up in ribbons. If a boy, I see him in the backyard playing in mud and with bugs. I put a hand over my stomach. I can't wait until I can feel a kick. All in good time. Goodnight.

I set my alarms a little early so I could throw up my guts, and still get there on time. So far so good. I stop for minute when I feel nauseas, but I get there 5 minutes early. George is already gone, and Elizabeth is ready to go.

"Good morning, Ms. Enhart." I say.

"Morning. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine. How about you?"

"I'm great. Jean hasn't got up yet, but too long." She starts to gather her suitcase, and purse. She gets her stuff together, tells me goodbye, then leaves. Since Jean isn't up yet I go to sit out on the balcony. The mornings in New York are so different than in Florida. I get hot so I come in, and look around the house. I hear Jean, and go to her nursery. I pick her up. When Elizabeth leaves, I leave with Jeanette not to long after. I go grocery shopping. I have almost nothing. So I pick up a few essentials (And not so essential), then drop them back my house. Me and Jean hang out at my apartment for a while, then at lunch we return to her house. She eats, and then watches some Barney. Then we fall asleep.