Little Amy, Part 1
Terry threw his backpack over his shoulder and eyed his watch. He only had five minutes to rush to the Sherman’s who’s daughter he was babysitting for the week. He would have to run through the sweltering heat of the midsummer. He burst out of the house, locking his door and breaking into a full sprint towards the Sherman’s large house. He would enjoy the week, he thought, as it was a large house with a pool and everything. He was seventeen and enjoyed videogames and they had all kinds of game consoles. He found himself standing before the Sherman’s door about a minute late, knocking and gasping for breath. When the door opened, his breath caught. A young girl was standing before him, holding the door open. Terry had never actually seen her before, …