You see your mother talking to the strange tattoo covered man from two houses down. You can barely hear the words coming out of her mouth as she says, "Thank you for this. I really appreciate you taking care of my son while I go out. I know it's last minute, so I really appreciate what you are doing."
Your mother waves good-bye, blows you a kiss and closes the door.
The tattoo covered man sits walks towards you like some "Giant Monster of Pure Doom" (or you imagine). He sits down opposite from you on the table. He says, "Hello. My name is Ernie. Your mother knows me, and my niece was going to babysit you. However, after the way you treated that poor old lady, I don't want my niece to be taking care of you. I will. I will follow your mom's rules. I will be fair, but I won't be nice. If your not going to be nice to a old, lonely lady, I have no reason to be nice to you. Now eat all your dinner, so we can get started on some extra homework and chores for you."
After you finished all of your dinner (even your yucky vegetables), you begin the extra homework from your school. Even with your hands being sore, you then clean the bathroom and your bedroom extra nice. You watch only the news on television, and then Ernie tells you it's time for bed. He even watches to make sure you brush your teeth completely. To top it off, he says you only have 10 minutes to do your "bathroom business" before he marches you to bed.
You finally go to bed. As you lay there, you turn to say goodnight to Ernie, but he closes the door behind you. You can see from under the door a little light, and that little light shows the legs of a chair. You also hear the sound of Ernie sitting on the chair... he is sitting on the chair in front of your door!
"Uuugh", you sighed. A Friday night being spent on lock-down from the meanest babysitter in the world. "I wonder if this is what jail feels like?" you thought. Your angry thoughts just make you more tired as you eventually go to sleep from the most boring Friday of your night.
"Maybe... I should... have been nicer... to that poor old lady...", you think as you go to sleep.
THE END
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