Your parents would go on vacation a couple of days. You told them you could stay on your own, but your parents didn’t wanted that. So they payed someone to ‘babysit’ you. You had been so mad at them, but you knew your parents. You couldn’t change their minds.

Your parents had just left, and you laid on your bed, just staring up at the ceiling. You then heard the doorbell and sighed deeply. You rushed downstairs and opened the door, your eyes locking with the person who was supposed to babysit you. “No… You must be at the wrong address-“

He cut you off. “Not the wrong address. Your parents know exactly where they live.” He said as he looked into your eyes. It was Tom, your biggest enemy since you guys know each other.