Airplane rides, airport rush, ick, ick, ick! Amber tried to blick it out by taking out her CD player and popping in her Hanson CD. Who knew that Zac, 12, Taylor, 15, and Isaac, 17, could be so talented?

"Amber, you're so obsessed!" Chris, her ten year old brother, remarked, trying to be over-powering.

Amber rolled her eyes, "Whatever. I just know that right now, I'm stressed, and not so happy to be here. It's soothing to me, And now, if I were you, I'd mind my own business before my sister, otherwise known as me, gets really angry." she warned him. Heeding the warning, he went back to his own business. After about half the CD was over, she decided she was going to sleep again. She placed everything back in her backpack and rested her head against the window as she closed her eyes. The smell of the perfumed sprays used in the new car stung her nose as she drifted off into dreamland. She was almost asleep, and then the car suddenly stopped, sending all the passengers nearly through the windsheild, if it wern't for the seat belts.

"Sorry! I almost missed it!" Mr. Wheeler laughed. "Ha ha, very funny..." Amber sarcastically murmered to herself as she flung her backpack over her shoulder and stepped from the car, "As if moving wasn't bad enough..." Normally, she was kind and understanding, but obviously not today, when you really consider what she was going through. She looked around at her new surroundings and glared at her new house, as if to tell it she would never give it the privilege to be called her home. She lifted her face to the sky, feeling the warm sun. Something she wasn't used to, but it felt good. She was just taking in the scent when she felt a tug at her shirt. She was snapped from her trace and she looked down at the small, fragile figure of a boy that stood next to her. She smiled at him in spite of everything that had happened to her that day.

"Hi!" she greeted him as cheerfully as possibble.

"Can you babysit?" he asked so innocently that even if she had absolutely no idea what he meant, it was hard to just say 'no.' Just then, a woman that looked just barely familiar walked over to her and explained what her son had meant. She had a child who was late for an appointment and she was in need of a sitter for her three remaining children because her older boys had found a way to escape it.

"Um, let me check with my mother on that one..." Amber said, exited that she was already being accepted my these people. She returned quickly, and it was decided that she could do this job. The woman let her to the house. In just a few short seconds, Amber had been payed, told where to find the emergency numbers, and told some basic rules of the house. The the mother was gone, and Amber was left.

"So, what's your..." she began until she realized that she was standing alone. The smaller boy had escaped out the back door in the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen and looked out one of the windows to see the boy playing contently in the yard.

"My, people come and go so quickly here!" she laughed to herself as she walked back out into the living room. She looked around her at the surroundings. She was about to find her way around the house when she chanced to hear two shouting voices.

"No! I was Ken last time! You be him this time!" one voice screamed.

"No! He's your doll! You be him this time!" the other one screeched.

"Fine, then we won't play at all! I'll leave!"

"Good!"

Suddenly, there were stomping footstems and the front door slammed. Then sounds of another person coming sighing into the living room. Amber watched the doorway and soon a small girl appeared.


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