After exploring for awhile, Katrina settled herself on the top Sun deck, on a comfortable chair, with a good magazine. She found her self drifting off to sleep, due to the lack of sleep she had the previous night, worrying about her plan.
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“Stop it Kasey that tickles,” Katrina said, as something tickled her stoumach, waking her up. She had assumed that it as her cat Kasey, suddenly she remembered that she was not home but on a cruise ship. She opened her eyes and saw a young blond-haired boy, no older than 3 or 4, beside her.
“Hi!” he exclaimed cheerfully.
“Hi!,” Katrina said with a smile, “Who are you?”
“Mac,” he promptly answered.
“Hi! I’m Katrina, where are your mommy and daddy?’ Katrina asked Mac curiously.
“MACKENZIE HANSON GET YOUR BEHIND OVER HERE!” Katrina heard a blond haired lady yell.
She and a man came over to where Mackenzie and Katrina we’re sitting.
“Mackenzie! You know not to run off like that,” the lady scolded.
“You had us worried sick,” the man added.
“I’m Mrs.Hanson and this is my husband Mr.Hanson,” the lady with the blond hair said, noticing Katrina.
“I’m Katrina, Katrina Warrner,” Katrina introduced herself.
“We’re really sorry if he disturbed you,” Mr.Hanson apologized.
“It’s okay, really, I love kids,” Katrina insisted with a smile.
Mr. and Mrs. Hanson exchanged looks.
“I know this is a little forward and all, but do you do any baby-sitting? We’re VERY desperate!” Mrs.Hanson asked.
“Yes I do, I baby-sit a lot,” Katrina answered.
“Do you think you’d like to become our baby-sitter. We have Mac here and 2 girls. We also have 3 older sons but they don’t exactly appreciate baby-sitting for the kids. It would only be Mondays-Fridays at 7:00AM to 1:00PM. We would be happy to pay you whatever you charge,” Mrs.Hanson said.
“I’d love too!” Katrina exclaimed. What a great way to make money! And she didn’t have anything better to do.
“Are you busy at the moment?” Mr.Hanson asked Katrina.
“Nope,” Katrina replied.
“Would you like to come meet our other kids?” Mrs.Hanson asked.
“Sure,” Katrina answered.
Katrina gathered up her magazine and her tote bag and followed the Hanson’s to the 5th floor.
“We’re number 522,” Mrs.Hanson informed her.
“Great! I’m number 525!” Katrina said gladly.
Mr.Hanson inserted his key and opened the door.
“Daddy your back!,” a girl said as she wrapped her arms around her fathers leg.
“The boy’s are being mean to us,” another girl pouted.
“Who’s that?” the first girl asked.
“I’m Katrina,” Katrina introduced herself.
“She’s going to be your baby-sitter,” Mrs.Hanson told her daughters.
“Good! The boys are too bossy!” the 2nd girl complained.
“This is Avery,” Mr.Hanson said pointing to girl number 2, “And this is Jessica,” he said pointing at the 1rst girl.
“Where are the boys? We’ll have to have a talk with them,” Mrs.Hanson said sternly.
“Upstairs, playing Legos I think,” Avery replied.
“Upstairs?” Katrina said with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, this is the penthouse of the cruise ship, it’s really quite large it takes up most of the 5th floor,” Mrs.Hanson explained.
“The boys are 11, 14 and 16, they shouldn’t be too much trouble, they’ll probably just stick around here while your baby-sitting,” Mr.Hanson said.
“Okay,” Katrina answered.
“By the way, how old are you?” Mrs.Hanson asked.
“14,” Katrina said blushing.
“Only 14,” said a suprised Mrs.Hanson.
“Yeah,” Katrina answered.
“Why you look at least 18,” Mr.Hanson said.
“Thank you,” Katrina said with a shy smile, “I understand if you don’t want me to baby-sit, I mean one of your kids is older then me and one is the same age as me.”
“No darling, we’d like you to still be our baby-sitter,” exclaimed Mrs.Hanson.
“Great!” Katrina said with a sigh of relief.
“Walker call down the boys,” Mrs.Hanson told her husband.
“BOYS!” Mr.Hanson hollered.
“COMING!” yelled a voice.
There was a huge noise and a cry of, “ZAC I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU BROKE IT!”
Then 3 smiling boys headed down the stairs. The first one stopped in the middle of the staircase they second he saw Katrina, causing his 2 brothers to crash into him.
“ Tay, move it!” the youngest one complained.
Taylor just stood there and stared with his mouth wide open, he had never seen such a gorgeous girl in his life.
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