• "JOHNNY YOU ARE SO DEAD WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS ROOM!" I hear the door slam down stairs and feet on the ice that had formed out side over night. My name is Jessica Simon. I am around the age 16 and have to take care of, well children I should say. Right now I am trapped in a closet... With well a video camera for school. Better yet a digital diary. Let me star a story till Mr. and Mrs. Welling's get home, so it begins on June 12, 2010...

    "OMG YOU GOT A JOB JESSE! YOUR TOO MUCH OF A BUM TO GET ONE." Michele yells. Shes 4'5 15, blonde, pretty, and athletic, but has a bad habit of yelling when trying to keep a secret.

    "Shhhh!" I whisper in her ear and give her chills,"Do you want everyone too know?!" I give off a glance too tell her cool-off-or-I-will-kill-you.

    I begin to giggle giddily and burst into laughter. I didn't know why till I followed the source of the "Tickling Monster".

    "MIKE YOUR BACK!" tears come out of my eyes when I saw my favorite big brother. I have not seen his pale grey eyes, chocolate brown hair or his extremely tan skin in such a time. So first thing I did was give him a bear hug.

    Mike yawns."What time is it?"He smiles."Long time no see Jesse! Man am I happy to be home. I am actually surprised to see you near ice cream. I thought you said it was for people who wanted to gain something?" I knew he was teasing me, but I wanted to stomp on his foot anyways..
    "UMMM OW!"

    Ha! I made him yell! Yes victory after two-three years of **** every twelve seconds! MUHAHA!

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    "Wow so its true you did get a job... Whata shock Jesse you usually sit that fat butt on the Death Couch." D.D gives me a worry some look that say WT*-DID-YOU-DO- YOU-WILL-DIE! And she wont be the one killing me sadly, the children of the corn will.
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    "Ok take care of Little Johnny please!" Mrs. Welling's said with the sugar sweet tone.
    ''Ok I will!"I smile and wave and read over the directions that Mrs. Wellings had given me and I had a lot to do.

    "So Johnny what do you want to do?" I prayed the kid would be obedient. My wish was denied.
    "Go outside, my mommy says I can when she's gone!" He smiles hoping I would be dumb enough to let him.
    Well thats how I got in the closet... Heres a tip. Don't go into closets for toys kk? It will result into this.