Meeting the Babysitter
I Kissed My Pretty BabysitterThis would be a terrible night.
My parents were going shopping.
Why is that terrible?
Because it meant I had to get a babysitter.
I'm eleven. I don't need to be looked after like a two-year-old. I'm mature enough to look after myself.
'Seulgi?' My mom called.
'Seulgi, hun, this is Irene, your babysitter.'
'You're pretty,' I admired.
She was pretty. Really pretty. Beautiful, in fact. I felt my heart thump in my chest.
I had a crush on my babysitter.
'Hi!' She smiled at me. 'Let's not be awkward. I think we should be friends. I need friends anyway, I live under a rock.'
I nodded slowly, barely listening. God. Just look at her eyes, her lips, her gorgeous long hair, the way her earrings sparkled in her ears- god. She was beautiful. I felt like a potato.
'Seulgi?' Irene took my hand and I gasped. 'Come on. Do you like nail art?'
'Uh-huh.' I hated nail art. But I would do whatever Irene wanted to do.
'Good!'
So Irene did my nails for me.
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