Prolouge
Prologue
“I DON’T NEED A BABYSITTER. I’M SEVENTEEN I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF DAMMIT” I cried out to my parents but there was no way they were changing their stance on this, they’re way too protective over me.
“Lindy this is not a negotiation, our decision is final” my father responded
“DO YOU HAVE THE SLIGHTEST IDEA HOW EMBARESSING THIS IS FOR ME, WHO DO YOU EVEN PLAN ON WATCHING OVER ME” I yelled but my words had no effect.
“We’re going to pay your childhood best friend Stella twenty dollars to watch you” answered my mother
“STELLA, I HAVN’T EVEN SPOKEN TO STELLA IN YEARS, THIS IS SOCIAL SUICIDE” I keep yelling, even though I know it’s pointless, there will be no change
“don’t you understand that this is for your own safety Lindy, if you hadn’t started c-” my mother was interrupted by my father.
“there’s no need to get into all that right now Becca” my father told to my mother after he interrupted her “Lindy look, we’ve already made the arrangements, now you have a choice young lady, you can either accept this, or you can keep arguing and see where that will get you. I hope you make the correct choice” my dad scolded.
I sighed on purpose to express my distaste for the situation, even though I knew it wouldn’t change anything, then I stormed off to my bedroom to prepare for school. “Best case scenario tonight will be a little awkward between Stella and I, worst case scenario I c-” I push the thought out of my head, and I turn my attention to my backpack on the floor next to my desk. I bend over and lift my already full bag up to my desk, then I gather my school supplies. “Laptop and charger, water bottle, sketchbook, novel that I got from the library two days earlier” I list off the items in my head, double checking to ensure I don’t forget anything. I then pat my jean pockets, making sure everything I need is in them, after just feeling the bulge in my pockets I subconsciously know that everything is in there and I’m ready to be on my way.