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Amy“Wake up, buddy,” I whispered in Liam’s ear, my fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. He grunted, sinking deeper into his blankets, and I couldn’t help but smile.“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, leaning closer. “We have to be at school today.”He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open reluctantly. “But it’s Saturday,” he whined, his voice still heavy with sleep.“But Mrs. Perry’s note says you have to be there,” I murmured, brushing a lock of unruly hair from his forehead.That got his attention. His eyes widened as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from them. “But I don’t… I can’t.”“Why not, baby?” I asked, feigning innocence.“Because… because...” His lower lip jutted out in a pout, and he clutched his left leg dramatically. “My owie hurts, and my leg hurts too.”I wanted to pull his cheek so hard. Suppressing a laugh, I mirrored his expression. “Oh, that’s bad,” I said, my voice dripping with mock concern. “I thought you, Daddy, and I could have some fun in the competition. But since
RyanI let out a frustrated huff, my irritation rising as it became clear they were dragging this out on purpose. “Just get us home. Liam is sleeping,” I bit out, my teeth clenched to prevent any further outbursts.“Ryan,” Amy’s voice was soft but firm, gently cradling the sleeping Liam in her lap. “Watch your language.”“Sorry,” I murmured, shooting a warning glance at my brother through the rear-view mirror.The scoundrel merely smirked. “Why the rush, oh mighty winner?” he taunted, prompting a chuckle from Mark.“Do you need a fu-ducking,” making a sorry face at a glaring Amy and then looking back at my stupid brother, “dissertation on why my child should not sleep in the back seat of your car?” I snapped.“Nah,” Mark chimed in, turning his attention back to Amy. “Hey, beautiful, care to join me for dinner? I...”“Drive us home, or rest assured I’ll provide your squeeze of the month with your home address, personal phone number, and a few choice tidbits she could use against you. An
I sprinted home. Finally, the school year has ended, and we are on vacation. Yay! I am hoping that Dad would come out of his room today. I want to show him my test results.As soon as I step inside our home, I shout, “Dad!” Mom is probably at work. I called out to him once more, but nothing. I felt a chill come over me. The atmosphere in the house is gloomy, as if something terrible is going to happen. Shaking off the unease, I sprinted toward my parents’ room and flung open the door.“Dad!” I cried, rushing to his motionless form sprawled on the floor. I tried shaking him, but to no avail. He was lying on the ground with his mouth open and foam oozing from it. I tried to shake him, but he lay there lifeless, with no soul visible in his eyes.As tears ran down my face, I trembled as I reached for my phone and dialed my Mom’s number. “Amy?” my mother’s voice made me sob even harder. “Amy, what is wrong, sweetheart?” She inquired, obviously alarmed by my situation.“Mom! Dad isn’t waking
AmyKeys. CheckedWallet. Checked.Id card. Checked.Finally, the checklist is done. I walked out of my apartment and towards my car. Just as I was about to close the car door, I remembered something. Shit! I forgot about the assignments. I rushed back to my room, grabbed them, and then hurried back to my car. I took a careful seat to preserve the formal dress I was wearing today. Usually, I opt for semi-formal clothing, but today was an exception. I needed to look sharp.I arrived at my school room early. Organizing my classroom and making preparations for my students are some of my favorite tasks. I always ensured that my students received my best efforts. As I worked, I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how happy my fourth-graders would be when they saw the upcoming project.When the bell rang, I was just about to finish organizing the papers when I stepped outside the classroom to let my students in. Some of them squealed and yelled, ‘Good morning, miss!’ It was adorable!The
RyanI closed the door to my office and plopped into my plush leather chair, feeling the weight of frustration and fatigue bearing down on me. I rubbed my tired eyes and threw my head back against the headrest. I am so sick of this nonsense.“That bad, huh?” Mark’s voice broke through my thoughts. When did he show up?“What are you doing in my office? I gave you access for an emergency only, not to wander about at will,” I growled.Mark pouted like a child and said, “Aww! Come on, dude. I was bored and figured you would need some company after getting that call from Liam’s school. What happened?” I reluctantly started to recount the events from earlier.Three hours ago, I had been in the midst of preparing for an important meeting with investors when my phone chimed, displaying Principal Dan’s number on the screen. Panic surged through me, and I couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Is Liam okay?’ I answered the call with a sense of urgency.“Hello. Principal Dan here. Am I talking to Mr. Crawfor
AmyI sat nervously in the plush waiting room of RC Enterprises, feeling the weight of anticipation bearing down on me. My hands were sweaty, and I couldn’t stop fumbling with the files in my lap. The interviews hadn’t even started yet, and I was already sweating like a pig. I glanced around at the grandeur of the lobby, utterly awestruck. I had never seen anything so grand in my life.The top floor was vast, easily the size of two football fields, and it seemed to contain only two offices at the far end corner. Everything else appeared to be meeting rooms or additional waiting areas. I was sitting in the waiting room on a sofa that was so comfortable that I could just slide down and sleep on it. The decor of the whole floor was a soothing light beige, bathed in soft, inviting, and illuminating. It looked like something straight out of a magazine. I was so captivated by the surroundings that I didn’t even notice someone clearing their throat.“The interviews will begin immediately. Mi
RyanI reviewed Amy’s resume again. It was quite impressive. She had a degree in child development and, as she said, she minored in child psychology. The confidence in her voice and the way she answered were both excellent. I may have pushed a few buttons, but I do not want to risk anything about the future of my child.“So, who do we like? I think we can agree that Amy is the one.” Mark barged into my office before I could delve deeper in my thoughts.“Are you following her like a puppy dog now?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.He smirked, “Well, no, I was just getting acquainted with Liam’s future nanny.”“Who said that she was Liam’s nanny? Nothing is final yet,” I replied, trying to maintain a professional tone.“Oh please, if you did not prefer her as Liam’s nanny, you would throw her out of the interview like the previous one. And you know you are a little impressed with that spitfire. You cannot lie to me,” he replied.I squinted my eyes at him, giving him a warning, “Mark, don’t t
AmyI sighed as I plopped down on my bed after returning to my small apartment from the interview. I found the experience to be somewhat strange. Nannying was never part of my career plan, but when Mara approached me about it two weeks ago, I couldn’t help but feel perplexed. I probed her for more information, wondering how she even got wind of this opportunity. It appeared like the kind of position that required exclusive connections. To enter the building for the interview, I had to provide a mysterious coded message that Mara had given me. It all felt rather clandestine.I knew I should be grateful for the opportunity, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Mara was keeping something from me. I mulled over the job offer, and there was no denying that I desperately needed it. My attempts at landing a teaching job elsewhere had been futile, as the entire district was grappling with severe budget cuts, resulting in countless layoffs. With a sigh, I reluctantly agreed to the interview, a