"Anita I'm heading out on my date!" my mom called from the living room.

I walked to the door to find my mom and a young girl who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen in our living room. "Good, Anita, you're here," my mom said, motioning for me to come over. "This is Mallory, and she's going to be babysitting you tonight."

"Mom, why do I need a babysitter? I'm twelve, not two."

"Because I don't know how late I'm going to be out and I don't want anything to happen, now Mallory here's all of the emergency information. I should be back between eleven and twelve."

"Sounds good Ms. Press," Mallory said, giving my mom a smile.

"Thank you again so much for doing this," she said, then went out the door in a hurry.

I shook my head and began walking upstairs. "Where are you going?" Mallory asked. "It's pretty nice outside and there's still some daylight left, we should go play something."

"I spend enough time outside."

"I bet you don't."

"You really wanna have this fight with me?"

"How much are you outside?"

"Well let's add it all up. Two hours for early morning workouts, an hour for PE, two hours for soccer practice, and one more final hour for endurance."

Mallory didn't say a word this time as I finished going up the stairs. This was going to be interesting.