chapter one
 

 "So it'll be 15$ per hour; correct?" my neighbor said to me as he bagan to leave through the front door. I felt as if I was a drug dealer. The way Mr. Bluos was asking me my hourly rate and telling me how much he was willing to give to me.

   "I mean, I really can give you more, if you would like. Babysitters nowadays are paid twenty to twenty-five dollars per hour. I feel like I'm cheaping you out because of only paying you fifteen dollars. I'll only be gone for about 4 hours. That's not a fair deal. Please, let me pay you more!" Mr. Bluos kept pushing to give me more money.

   "Mr. Bluos, seriously, I'm okay with the fifteen dollars! Please, just go on your date, and I'll watch your children," I said in an annoyed tone.

   "Alright, alright! Fine! I'll see you around eleven," Mr. Dubose inched his way out the door, saying over and over again, "Bye girls!". I closed the glossy, oak doors and locked them behind me. The girls I were babysitting were hyper. Hyper. Hyper. Hyper. Everyday I had to babysit, my night consisted of prying the children off of expensive armoires, taking hands out of the cookie jars, and much more.

   I often though the children hated me from the way the acted around me. As soon as I sat down at their large dining room table, they took the chair's back into their nabby little hands and pulled the chair out from under me. My butt hitting the floor made a solid thump sound that rumbled through the house. Its not that I'm fat or anything. Its just such a big house. 

   "Alright girls," I finally stood up for myself against the 6 year olds, "I am certainly not playing these games tonight! I have an important biology test in the morning and I don't need to be CONSTANTLY watching you little brats! So you are going to sit your little rumps on that nice, comfy sofa and watch looney toones or whatever you watch! NOW GO!!" I found myself breathing heavily from my sudden outburst. 

   The girls, instead of reprimanding my yelling, sat down on the sofa like they were told without any other sounds or comments.

   Now was the time for studying. I have always hated studying, especially studying for a bio test. But as soon as I opened my book, the girls began complaining: "We're tired!" "Take us to bed" "Tuck us in!" Blah Blah Blah. I decided this could benefit me with my studies. So I took the three up the foyer stairs into their rooms. After tucking them in, I began to walk back downstairs but a set of folding attic steps caught my eye.

   I decided to check out what they had in the attic; antiques, paintings, etcetra. The steps were creaky and wobbly. I swear I saw a three black bats hanging on the risers. I ignored them and ventured forward. All that was up there were old Tupperware containers full of old clothes. When I opened a rather small container, I stepped on a 4"x6" inch piece of paper. I picked it up. It was a picture...

   A picture of... Mr. Bluos. It looked rather old. He was on a small farm holding a rusty, metal pitchfork. On his head was a very old looking, western style straw hat. There wasn't a date on the front of the sepia colored photo so I looked on the back. When I flipped it over, what I saw made me drop the picture in such surprise.. On the back, in small print, it said:
 

"August 1846"

Authors Note

Hey guys. I know this isn't written very well. TRUST ME. I am a much better writer. But basically this is a story for my Witty. I love to write. So this story will have many chapters and they will come out once a week. (When and if I can) Please read the rest when they come out and give me comments and feedback in the comments. But the next chapters will be longer and much better quality in writing style. I have just been planning this story for a while and wanted the first chapter to come out. Well, please, wait for chapter 2 coming next weekend!
- HipsterGraceffa