Chapter 3
Danielle
Here I am, babysitting for my neighbor, to make some extra money. School is behind me now; it’s a phase that I never want to go through again. Momma doesn’t know that I dropped out yet. She has enough to worry about, I guess. So naturally, I leave the house every morning at 7:30 only to travel up two flights of stairs to babysit for Janel. At 3:45 sharp, I drag my butt right back down the steps and go straight to my room (locking the door behind me) just in case momma feels the need to play ‘private-I.’ I’ve been doing this for about a month now, and she still hasn’t caught on. Some mother I have. . .
Robin kills me. Just because she’s been to bible study a time or two, she tried to put the Word on me last night. Talking about some, ‘God ain’t pleased with you,’ and ‘
