Callie Hall: A Short Story

Callie Hall was 17 year old girl who lived in Chester, Pennsylvania. This is her story. She grabbed her keys from the hook that hung on the wall and swung her long brown hair over her shoulder. She drove out of her garage and reread the address from her phone. As she arrived to the park, she looked around nervously, noticing how late she was. She got out from her matte black car and walked into the fresh mowed grass. Her eyes scanned the area until she found two kids standing by a tall woman. She smiled her perfectly white teeth and walked towards them. “Hi! I’m sorry i’m late! Are you Mrs.Angie?” The lady stared at her for a long period of time before giving her a confused look. “You asked me to babysit your twins, …. Morgan and Bailey Dawson?” The confused look from the middle-aged lady turned to relief and she nodded, handing Callie a piece of paper with the

There was only one long hallway with one door frame. She gulped down her nerves and pushed the door inward. This was the cleanest room she has seen in the house. There were two small beds on opposite sides of the rectangle room. In the middle was a bookcase. She watched the twins settle into bed and she walked towards the bookcase. Callie looked for a book to read to them since this seemed the most normal thing that happened all night. She grabbed a small black diary from one of the middle shelves. She opened it and her heart dropped. Every page was a new picture of her. Eating lunch. Babysitting other children. Playing soccer for her school team. Hugging her friends. Laughing at a movie. She quickly shoved the black book back into the case and backed