Seeing as Stacy found it useless to stay in the front room anyway, she swept around and went up to her room. Once she'd closed the door, she slumped onto her bed and hugged at her pillows. There was something about the babysitter that she couldn't seem to put a finger on... Something strange... What was it?
Stacy turned about on her bed, thinking of the possibilities.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.20 seconds at 11:28pm on Jan 07, 2025 via server WEBX1.