I'll Make You Love Me

                Thankfully, The rage didn’t hit me until I got home from school.

                I’m a horrible angry person. I don’t just think mad thoughts or even picture myself killing the summoner of my rage- I lash out.

                So, instead of breaking Noah Marshall’s neck and ruining the rest of my life, I was punching a wall, harming nothing but my fist in the process.

                After I felt the wall had received enough of my displaced blame, I retreated to my room and changed.

                I had a babysitting job I was already late for.

                I threw on a casual dress, brushed my hair back, and fixed my makeup before I ran downstairs and grabbed my car keys.

                I made the ten minute drive to the Sullivan’s house a five minute drive and made sure to slow down dramatically before pulling in to the driveway.

                Mary and Jared Sullivan were already standing outside, waiting for me to arrive.

                I got out of the car quickly and jogged up to them.

                “I’m so sorry I’m late-.”

                “It’s fine, dear, you’re barely five minutes late,” Mary assured me, taking my hand.

                Over the summer, I had began babysitting for the Sullivan’s a lot. When Mary heard that my mother had passed away the year before, she became extremely maternal with me. Jared had also fully taken responsibility of being fatherly to me, since my step-father was anything but.

                “Don’t worry about it,” Jared included, giving me an honest smile.

                “Now, we’ll be back around ten, all right? We left some boxes of macaroni on the counter for the kids and there’s a sandwich for you in the fridge. Call me if you need anything, all right?”

                I nodded and said my goodbyes.

                As soon as I entered the house, I was attacked by two adorable kids. Henry was the eldest. He was eight years old and had light brown hair. He had apparently dated twelve girls over the summer, but he assured me they were not as important as I was. According to him, we were going to get married when he turned eighteen.

                Liz was two years younger than he was and quite the trouble maker. She had an angel’s face and bright blonde winglets to go with it, but she was certainly not an angel. Her favorite thing to do was to play pranks on her unsuspecting brother.

                I laughed as they each grabbed a leg and pulled me along into the living room.

                “Come build Lego’s with us!” Liz demanded.

                “I have to make the two of you dinner first, but I will as soon as you’re done eating, okay?”

                “Fine,” Liz sighed and walked over to where she had started to build a Lego house.