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How does she expect me to memorize all those rules by the end of the day? This is gonna take some getting used to. I'm no superhero. 'Kay, you can do it, Gellar. Have some faith in you.

"So Caitlyn, this is where you're gonna be staying. I hope you like it."

"Thanks, Mitch. Where're you staying?"

"Oh, just by the end of the hall."

"Okay. Soo…" I answered awkwardly. I'm not very good at awkward silences.

"I'll…leave you to fix…your things then! Just call me when you need something." she flashed me a huge smile as she closed the door.

After she left, I arranged the pile of crap I call clothes inside the closet. I put all the toiletries inside the not-so-elegant bathroom.

"Home sweet home. Psh, yeah riiight." I said sarcastically to myself as I removed a piece of gum under the bedside table. Yuuuuuck.

I placed my other junk under the bed with my suitcases. I put my trusty laptop on my laptop and opened my latest mix. It needed some polishing and redoing so I just spent the rest of my shit time in remixing.

Once I got the beat going, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I shouted hesitantly.

"Excuse me, nanny. I'd appreciate it very much if you didn't shout in this household."

Then came in, the wicked black-white witch from Dumbarton. She was wearing a ruffled blouse with puffed up sleeves and a black pencil skirt with a matching purse and black pumps. She had pale blonde hair, almost white. Ironic much?

I'm guessing this is Mrs. D. Yeaah, it is.

"Sorry. Are you Mrs. D?" Stupid question, Caitlyn Rosabella. "No, no, I know you're Mrs. D. I…I know you're Mrs. D. I just thought you'd come at a later time. Uh….yeaah."

She just stared back at me intently as if I was some booger on the all waiting to be removed. Insertevilwitchcatchphrasehere.

Then she turned her back to me and walked out the door gracefully.

Why'd she leave? Oh, right. I'm wearing a hideous outfit. That's just it for some snotty wealthy people. They judge you by appearance. I was wearing a blue shirt that says, 'EAT MY SHORTS!' (Courtesy of Bart Simpson.) with Bart doing a nasty bad sign. And denim shorts. Do I have bad taste?

Maybe I should fix stuff and see the children outside.

"Hey Cait! Met the witch?" Mitchie half shouted/whispered to me.

"Yep. She's such a little bi--"

"Get to work Mitchie! Oh, Caitlyn. Make yourself useful! Cook something. Lunch, perhaps?" Talk about bitch. Okay, I'll keep it G-rated.

Mitchie stalked off with a feather duster in her hands. At least she gets freedom. I'm stuck in the cluttered kitchen! Kill me now.

"Okay." I shrugged nonchalantly.

I headed for the kitchen and began taking out various ingredients.

"Raisin, Tofu, Caviar, Tofu, Sushi, Tofu. Is there anything without tofu here?" I spoke to myself low enough.

I checked the freezer for the meats but surprised nothing was there. Except for tofu ice cream and frozen peas. What hell kind of food does this stinkin' rich family eat? And what the hell do I cook? Shitmomenthere.

"If you're wondering what to cook, I've prepared a cookbook for you on the counter. It's right there by the oven." Mrs. D. yelled from the master's bedroom. Now I know why they call it a 'master's bedroom.'

Jeez, woman. No need to be so loud.

I reached for the cookbook and scrambled back to the kitchen island.

"What, what, what should I cook…" I sang to myself while opening and closing numerous cabinets and drawers.

A-ha! Eureka moment. PASTA. Surely they eat pasta.

I took out the past noodles plastic from the cabinet and the tomato sauces. I put on the green apron and placed different pots and pans on the stove.

I turned on the tap and filled the large pan with water. I turned on the heat until it was boiling and gently put the hard noodles into the pan.

Then, I cooked the sauce and put it on the table. (AN: Didn't put the whole procedure of cooking the pasta. But, I hope you catch the drift. :))

As I fixed the plates, utensils and glasses, Mrs. D. came out.

"Oh, good. Lunch. You cooked pasta?! I can't eat that. It's too…soggy. Lincoln can't eat that too. Oh, don't forget to pick him up at 2:45. On the dot." Then, she left. Her sleazy Louis-Vuitton-heeled feet click-clacked on the cold, marble floor as she shut the door.

"Mitchie! Let's do something fun." I shouted for Mitchie. Who cares if I was shouting? Not me. And certainly not Mrs. D.

"I'm so up to it. By the way, I'll be taking a day off tonight. Could you be in charge of cleaning Nate's and Linc's bedrooms?" Mitchie asked.

"Who's Nate?"

"He's Nathan, silly. He just uses 'Nate' so he can have a cool name." I smirked the Gellar smirk. Who does he think he is? Yeah, right. He's cool for having an OCD freak, perfectionist, never-touched-the-floor for a mother. Hooraay.

"Sure. Where are you going?"

"Date." She had that impish grin on her face.

"Oooooh. With who?" I curiously asked.

"One of Nate's friends, Shane." Gasp. Another jerk. Probably.

"Okay."

Shiit. I'm late. I forgot I was supposed to pick-up Lincoln from school. I showered for a good 5 minutes. (Don't worry, I still smell irresistible. Ecck.) I grabbed my pair of Bermuda shorts and a graphic shirt and quickly put them on. I wore my flats, grabbed my bag and the stroller thingy.

By 2:40, I was out of the house.

"Goddammit." I muttered under my breath. I ran, actually I sprinted to the school. I probably looked like a frantic chicken running around while laying eggs in a busy maze. Like the metaphor?

I reached the school by 2:50 and thought they had come out already. I asked a lady who probably lived beside the school.

"Excuse me, what time do the children get out?" I asked in my nicest voice.

"3:30." Huh.

"What?" Is she kidding me? I ran all the way here, sweating like a pig, my soft curls matted to my neck in an unorderly fashion and the children get out at 3:30?!

"I said, THEY GET OUT AT 3:30!" Crazy woman.

"Okay, okay. Take a chill pill, woman." Seriously, she needs to calm down or else I'll be forced to be her psychologist. Eh. Never happening. I quickly walked to the other nannies waiting. They all had different nationalities. I saw that one was from Africa or something.

As I wait, I checked my messages. One was from mom:

Sweetie! How's boarding school? Call me immediately!

I couldn't help but feel guilty. I lied to her. Ugh. Now what?

Another was from my brother, Dan:

Yo, sistah! Hws it hngin'? (A/N: I don't mean to offend anyone here.)

FTW? Stop trying to be gangster, dear brother. You're not up to it. Trust me. And stop with the txt talk!

I didn't text that.

I'm too agitated to reply. How long 'til 3:30?

"HERE THEY COME!" yelled one of the nannies. Warning bell? I think not.

Just when I was to look for the person who shouted, a swarm of children that seems to be on a sugar rush ran toward me. Oh, brother.

"Lincoln! Where are you? I'm your new nanny!" I shouted, loud enough to drown out the children's voices.

A little boy with dirty blonde hair came up to me.

"I HATE YOU!" And he ran away. That was probably the boy and he ran away from me! Mrs. D's gonna flip a shit.

I ran as fast as I can toward the direction the boy had went while pushing the bulky stroller forward.

"You! Come back here!" I yelled.

"No! I hate nannies like you!" He answered back.

Closer…closer…closer… Aha! Nobody runs away from Caitlyn Gellar! I grabbed hold of his wrist and carried him to his stroller.

"Let me go! Police, police! She's a kidnapper!" He pointed his finger at me while shouting to the heavens.

"Lincoln. I'm just your nanny. If I had let you run, you wouldn't know where you live. And then, you would just have to sleep in an alley under a cardboard box. You would starve to death and cats will eat you." I ranted.

He stayed quiet and unable to answer. That seems to have shut him up. He buckled his seatbelt and crossed his arms.

When we got to the building, I pressed the up button on the elevator panel.

DING!

I rushed inside and pulled back the stroller with Lincoln beside me. He refused to ride in the stroller a few minutes after the 'episode' because his friends would think he was a baby.

Boring elevator music played and I was close to sleeping. Movement form Lincoln woke me from my trance.

"Why are you lying on the floor! Linc, get up!" He was seriously on the floor. This boy is very, very weird.

The elevator stopped on our floor. Lincoln ran to the door and went inside. I heard a clicking movement inside the door.

"Lincoln!" I ran for the door and pulled down the knob. I pushed my hardest but the door didn't budge.

"Lincoln open this damn door!" I shouted as loud as I can.

"Uh-oh, I'm gonna tell mommy you said a bad word!" The voice on the other side answered.

"Lincoln! OPEN THIS DOOR!"

"No!"

When I looked under, small hands slipped in the space at the bottom of the door. I quickly held on to it, bending my back forward.

"I will not let go of your hand until you open the door!"

"Uh, excuse me miss?" A low voice said behind me.

I turned my head to the right, still not letting go of Linc's hands. A boy who was about 20 was standing there inside the elevator. It might have closed and was brought to the main lobby. He had shaggy, straightened hair and a sly grin plastered across his face.

"Is this yours?" He pointed

"Uh, yeah." I probably looked stupid. I was bent forward, my hands out in front of me and I think my shorts just slipped down enough to show my Hello Kitty panties. Oh, shit.

I quickly stood up, releasing my hold form Lincoln and pulled up my shorts. I took the stroller form him as I studied his facial features. He had neatly plucked eyebrows, cute brown eyes and perfect teeth. Gorgeous .

Okay! The chapter ends here. Who do you think the mystery man is? :) I really feel bad about not updating. I'm just so busy with school work. Oh yeah, and I'm graduating tomorrow! So, It's gonna be summer for me after that. Ohhellyeahz.

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