Chapter Twenty One: I Like Her

Chapter Twenty-One: I Like Her

An hour later, Chris is done with basketball practice. He heads home and arrives some minutes later.

Oh yeah, the new babysitter.

The first thing he notices is that she doesn't have a car, or didn't come with one. He begins to hope she isn't yet another psycho. He prays she's different, if not, he'd make her quit one way or the other.

He steps into the house and shuts the door. Immediately he steps into the house, he hears the sound of the TV. Frozen. She's watching Frozen with the babysitter. At least that's a good sign.

He turns around. The first thing he notices is a mop of jet-black hair on the couch that has its back to the door. Why does that look so familiar? He asks himself.

"Emily," he calls, walking further into the living room.

Emily turns around on the couch on hearing her name and jolts out of the couch.

"Chris," she hugs him.

He hugs her back, smiling. He looks up at the new babysitter who has also turned around on the couch and he