"So what are we doing here?" I asked Chloe, looking at the scary looking cabin in front of me."We're just... confirming some theory." She whispered, pulling Reed's elbow closer."Are you guys saying that there's a possibility, that my grandparents are alive?" Adam asked, before laughing like crazy, "Dude, they're dead!" Then he went silent, "Please, don't joke around."This is the first time I saw Adam freaking Emerson looking vulnerable; so vulnerable that he actually looks like a pouting lost puppy.I grabbed his left hand which made him look at me. "We have to do this, Adam. We need to."Sighing in defeat, he squeezed my hand and nodded. "Come on."We walked towards the cabin and knocked.We need to know if what I saw and what they saw were right, that Carlos and Linda are alive. Or were they just guardians, like a cupid spirit that bring couples together.The door opened -when Reed twisted the door knob."It seems like no one's home." I muttered, "Should we really go inside and-"

"Mommy, Jay took Barbie!"Putting the flour aside, I turn around and sighed when I saw Cobie, my 8 years old daughter, bawling her eyes out."That's not true!" Jay, my 8 years old son and Cobie's older twin brother, ran beside her. Waving a very familliar small plastic figure on his hand, "Mommy, she's lying!""No! I'm not!" She pouted, before angrily pointing at her doll, "SEE?! MOMMY, HELP ME!"I love my twins, really, I do. I thank Him every morning for having them but sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I can hire a referee for them.Sighing loudly, I bent down and waved them to come forward. Walking in front of me, they crossed their arms and pouted.They took my stubbornness but took their father's adorableness."What's the problem here?" I asked them gently."He took my Barbie." Cobie glared at her twin."Why did you took her Barbie, Jay?" I asked him gently."It's because she took Bumblebee!" Jay glared back at his twin.Resisting to sigh frustratedly, I asked her gently. "Why d

Hey peeps!Thank you for reading, thank you for voting, thanks for the comments and shares, THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.This is dedicated to @eachandeveryoneofyou !Enjoy 😊~-~"What is the square root of 459 multiplied by 45 and divided by 4?" I asked Charlie, typing the numbers on my calculator and wait for his answer.He raised a hand."Yes, Charles?""Is the square root of that specific number is the product of 459 x 459?"Wha-??"...What?""Oh never mind, I got it." He grinned.I nodded. "Alrighty.""Mm-hmmm." Charlie muttered, with a serious look on his face.He's calculating the problem I gave him on the piece of paper he's holding.Writing furiously he looked troubled for a second but continued anyway. "Just give me a second."~30 minutes later ~"Got it!" He grinned, pushing his hair back with his hand."Finally." I chuckled, fixing my seat and grabbed my phone, typing the calculation immediately.He slammed the paper in front of me. "It's 430.3125 !""What?" I looked at my pho

Thank you for all the READS, COMMENTS, VOTES AND SUPPORT!I love reading through it and I love answering to it too!I love you guys, especially for those peeps who read my old books!ENJOY!~-~Babysitting has been my job for years. Probably since the day I was born. Nah, I'm exaggerating, but I hope my point is taken. I love playing with kids, I love cooking for kids.I love kids. I guess they remind me of my childhood memories. They remind me that being as innocent and naive as possible. They remind me that not all human beings are... cruel.Even right now in college, we're going to be graduating soon but I'm still babysitting for my part-time job.My full-time job is the daycare my parents helped me build 3 years ago.I called it "Day Care Fun Care" -Pretty catchy, ey?So technically, my aunts and uncles, know that I'm good with my job and on what I'm doing. If they want their children to be asleep before midnight, I'll make sure of that. If they want their children to be eating th

"How's Easton doing?" Charlie asked, taking a seat beside me.Rubbing my face, I sighed. "He broke his arm."We are currently in a hospital where Easton's inside one of the rooms, having his arm all wrapped up.The white walls and white tiled place made my headache, the smell of alcohol makes me want to puke, the some-slutty-white dressed nurse annoys me and the bright light keeps me awake.If you haven't figured it out yet, I hate hospitals. I mean, there's just something about the people there. I'm not talking about ghosts or anything, but I am talking about the people who act like one. I pity them for having to go through life like that. Bringing that weight in their shoulders. Losing a loved one, I mean. I'm one of those extremely rare people who has never lost anyone really important. Well, to the other world, I mean. My grandma died when I was young, my mom told me that we were really close but I couldn't feel it. Like I guess I was young, but still... i cried when she died, but