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**Jakerz** · January 8th, 12, 10:44 PM

Seven year old Connor sat at the kitchen table, looking into his cereal bowl. Though he usually loved Cheerios for breakfast, this morning he just didn't feel like eating any of it. He was feeling both sad and hurt, and the crunchy cereal and cold milk combo just didn't seem nearly as appealing an it did every other morning. He swirled his spoon around the bowl watching the cereal circle around it, the little O's washed around the bowl by waves of milk, helpless and powerless against the chaos he provides with his spoon. Though the boy wasn't old enough to make the connection himself, it's often how he feels.

His Mommy and Daddy were going away again. Another one of their "Business trips" they called it, but what it really meant is that they weren't going to be home for what felt like forever. And they were gonna leave him with some babysitter who he didn't even know. A babysitter who might be mean, or might be scary, or might be weird. One time the babysitter was a neighbor who didn't even really like kids, and she never even played with him or ANYTHING.

His parents always told him that without these "Business trips" they wouldn't be able to get a lot of money, and that was the reason he had the nice house, and the cool toys, and the big room...but Connor didn't truly understand all this, all he knew was that it felt like his parents were always leaving him behind.

The doorbell finally rings, and Connor looks up for a second. That's gotta be the babysitter...he stays in the kitchen, not coming out to greet her. He doesn't like meeting new people, or strangers. He's always been a shy and fearful boy. It didn't help that he was used to new people not being very nice. He often got picked on at school...he was one of the youngest in his grade, and some of his more immature habits were picked up on rather quickly by his peers. And not only did he get picked on here, but before they moved to Sapphire Bay he had gone to Kindergarten near their old house, and he had gotten picked on there too. It didn't help that he was young-looking and small for his age. Something about his facial features, his green eyes, and his blonde hair, all combined together to create a very "cute" appearence that made him look at least two years younger than he was. An easy target for the other kids. The stuffy businessmen and women that his parents often knew weren't too fond of little kids either, and so most of the adults and kids that Conner's met over his life have not been too kind to him.

He hears his parents muffled voices through the walls...they're talking to the babysitter now. Telling her how long she was gonna stay probably (Connor already knew that...one whole month....maybe more if things didn't go quickly.) And then telling her about Connor...his bedtime, and all those other rules and stuff that grown-ups never forget to tell babysitters, even if they never seem to tell the babysitters about favorite games and favorite foods....As they get closer he hears his Mom's voice.

"He's right in the other room, having Breakfast...he's a good boy, don't worry. He shouldnt be any trouble." he heard his mom say...("But not good enough t'make Mommy bring me..." Connor thinks to himself.) And then he heard her continue "The only thing is...he was a very late potty trainer, and he still has some...trouble with it. He might need some help, and a lot of reminders, we're still really working on it with him..." Connor blushes at this part...he wishes she wouldnt tell the babysitter that. Now the babysitter will think he's a baby too. It was true he wore diapers until he was five, but his parents were most busy that year and hadn't had time to start training him before then.

Finally the door comes open, and there's his parents, standing there all dressed up with the suitcases that Connor hates because it always means they're leaving soon. "Bye honey!" his Mom says as she comes over and kisses him on the forehead "Please be good for Alice, and your Daddy and I will be back as soon as we can, okay?" she says in that bright cheery voice that she always talks in when she's going to be leaving for a long time, and it never helps make Connor feel better about it. "Kay..." Connor says back as he hugs her...and then his Dad.

There's the babysitter....right there. And...she didn't look TOO scary. At least she looked a lot YOUNGER than the last one...and she had a face that reminded Connor of his teacher this year in the second grade, Miss Phillips. She was real nice...so maybe the babysitter would be too. "Alice" his Mom had called her. All too soon, his parents are gone, out the door, and Connor looks up shyly into his babysitter's eyes. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what TO say...he feels that familiar feeling when he meets new people - a pit in his tummy where he just wants to sink into the floor.

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(thats by far like my longest post ever so I hope I did okay lol)

January 8th, 12, 10:44 PM	#2
Jakerz Senior Member Jakerz is offline Join Date: Nov 2011 Posts: 2,386	Seven year old Connor sat at the kitchen table, looking into his cereal bowl. Though he usually loved Cheerios for breakfast, this morning he just didn't feel like eating any of it. He was feeling both sad and hurt, and the crunchy cereal and cold milk combo just didn't seem nearly as appealing an it did every other morning. He swirled his spoon around the bowl watching the cereal circle around it, the little O's washed around the bowl by waves of milk, helpless and powerless against the chaos he provides with his spoon. Though the boy wasn't old enough to make the connection himself, it's often how he feels. His Mommy and Daddy were going away again. Another one of their "Business trips" they called it, but what it really meant is that they weren't going to be home for what felt like forever. And they were gonna leave him with some babysitter who he didn't even know. A babysitter who might be mean, or might be scary, or might be weird. One time the babysitter was a neighbor who didn't even really like kids, and she never even played with him or ANYTHING. His parents always told him that without these "Business trips" they wouldn't be able to get a lot of money, and that was the reason he had the nice house, and the cool toys, and the big room...but Connor didn't truly understand all this, all he knew was that it felt like his parents were always leaving him behind. The doorbell finally rings, and Connor looks up for a second. That's gotta be the babysitter...he stays in the kitchen, not coming out to greet her. He doesn't like meeting new people, or strangers. He's always been a shy and fearful boy. It didn't help that he was used to new people not being very nice. He often got picked on at school...he was one of the youngest in his grade, and some of his more immature habits were picked up on rather quickly by his peers. And not only did he get picked on here, but before they moved to Sapphire Bay he had gone to Kindergarten near their old house, and he had gotten picked on there too. It didn't help that he was young-looking and small for his age. Something about his facial features, his green eyes, and his blonde hair, all combined together to create a very "cute" appearence that made him look at least two years younger than he was. An easy target for the other kids. The stuffy businessmen and women that his parents often knew weren't too fond of little kids either, and so most of the adults and kids that Conner's met over his life have not been too kind to him. He hears his parents muffled voices through the walls...they're talking to the babysitter now. Telling her how long she was gonna stay probably (Connor already knew that...one whole month....maybe more if things didn't go quickly.) And then telling her about Connor...his bedtime, and all those other rules and stuff that grown-ups never forget to tell babysitters, even if they never seem to tell the babysitters about favorite games and favorite foods....As they get closer he hears his Mom's voice. "He's right in the other room, having Breakfast...he's a good boy, don't worry. He shouldnt be any trouble." he heard his mom say...("But not good enough t'make Mommy bring me..." Connor thinks to himself.) And then he heard her continue "The only thing is...he was a very late potty trainer, and he still has some...trouble with it. He might need some help, and a lot of reminders, we're still really working on it with him..." Connor blushes at this part...he wishes she wouldnt tell the babysitter that. Now the babysitter will think he's a baby too. It was true he wore diapers until he was five, but his parents were most busy that year and hadn't had time to start training him before then. Finally the door comes open, and there's his parents, standing there all dressed up with the suitcases that Connor hates because it always means they're leaving soon. "Bye honey!" his Mom says as she comes over and kisses him on the forehead "Please be good for Alice, and your Daddy and I will be back as soon as we can, okay?" she says in that bright cheery voice that she always talks in when she's going to be leaving for a long time, and it never helps make Connor feel better about it. "Kay..." Connor says back as he hugs her...and then his Dad. There's the babysitter....right there. And...she didn't look TOO scary. At least she looked a lot YOUNGER than the last one...and she had a face that reminded Connor of his teacher this year in the second grade, Miss Phillips. She was real nice...so maybe the babysitter would be too. "Alice" his Mom had called her. All too soon, his parents are gone, out the door, and Connor looks up shyly into his babysitter's eyes. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what TO say...he feels that familiar feeling when he meets new people - a pit in his tummy where he just wants to sink into the floor. ---------- Post added at 05:44 PM ---------- Previous post was at 05:43 PM ---------- (thats by far like my longest post ever so I hope I did okay lol)