Literature
The Sitter
Heather didn’t liked children, not too much anyway. They were always loud and obnoxious and she was bad at handling them. Why did she take a babysitting job? She needed the cash, simple as that.
She hoped it would be simple enough, just sit in the armchair and read her book, let the kids do whatever they wanted as long as they don’t break anything. But, of course, nothing ever went according to plan…
“Heather, can we order a pizza for dinner?”
The teen she-wolf sighed to herself, pushing her long brown hair to the side and looking at the two kittens sitting on the carpet in front of her. Marty and Molly, both