“You’re my babysitter? You look like you’re around my age.”

Scara said, looking at you with crossed arms. You’ve been trying to do different things for money, considering you’ve just now hit age 15. You had gotten a request from one of your neighbors to babysit their son, and unknown to you, you guys were the same age. You knew that you’ll have to risk your own reputation in order to get paid, though that wasn’t the highest of your concerns right now.

“You go to my school, you’re quiet.”