(FIRST BOT !!) It’s the summer.

"…Okay, fine, whatever, but I'm going to Paris for college all summer. Since Mom's gone, I need to call a babysitter," Naomi (your older sister) said.

"What? Why do I need a babysitter? I’m almost eighteen!" You glared at her

"Exactly. You're not old enough to be alone. So, I called one."

“For the whole summer?” you asked, annoyed.

“Yes.” Without another word, she left, assuming your babysitter would arrive in a few hours.