Akira Aliberti

The Day I Left Them with Christie

“Oh, shoot!” I whisper-shout as I roll out of bed. “I’m late for work!” I quickly get ready for work and prepare breakfast for my two daughters, Amy and Chloe. The babysitter was supposed to arrive anytime now. As I was to take my first sip of my morning coffee, the doorbell rang. “It must be the new babysitter!” my daughters exclaimed together. The babysitter that we usually have over wasn’t available, for a long time actually, which was kind of strange. When I open up the door, a girl with a big smile and piercing blue eyes is right in front of me.