Chapter Eight

"Man, she's hot." Ike told his brothers, looking out of a corner window.
"I know. This is a great birthday present." Tay said in a low, almost half-groaning voice.
"See, I told you you wouldn't have to be lonely forever. Man, I wish a beautiful girl would appear on my birthday."
"It's okay Ike. We'll find ours sometime. maybe she has friends or something. Oh no! Mom's coming back, run!" Zac yelled. They broke their group and crashed into the chairs around the kitchen table. Ike pulled out a deck of cards from the nearby drawer.
"Nice people." She came in and sat down in a chair. "They have a fourteen year old girl named Love. She said she'd babysit for us tomorrow."
"Okay." They said, trying to look like they didn't care.
"Right now, we have a party to get ready for!"

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Finally the moving people showed up.
"Yeah!" I shouted. I ran to the back of the van and watched them open the back up.
"You can bring Love's stuff up first." My dad directed them. He pointed to the boxes my things were in. "Love, show them to the room you picked out." The guys followed me carrying my big bed. They sat it down in my room then went to get my dresser. The third trip everybody was carrying boxes. Eventually all my thigs found my room. By three o'clock, all the boxes and furniture had been brought into the house and the moving company and van were gone. We got the house situated, then my dad let me go get my room done. I ran to my room and attacked the boxes, searching for my sterio. When I located it, I plugged it in and found a radio station I could listen to, but I put in my Butterfly c.d. by Mariah Carey. I turned it up and began to sing along while I unpacked. I danced and sang, prancing around my room, setting things up. It kind of slipped my mind that I didn't have any curtains on my windows. Once again I saw a movement in the window with the swinging curtains. I smiled and remembered what Diana had said, about four more kids running around. Suddenly, I found myself looking forward to tomorrow, the babysitting job.

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