My Week With Tommy. PT.!

This is a True Story that happened about last Thursday
please excuse any grammatical/punctual errors as English is my second language.Names have been changed for the safety of people featured in this article

It was Thursday night, i had nothing special going on, laying upside down on my bed staring at my ‘Whitechapel’ poster. I heard my phone vibrate, so I sat up and grabbed it.
It was Ms.Baxter, a middle aged, single mother that lived down the street from us. I opened the text message and it said “Hey, Chelsea, could I ask you for a HUGE favor?”
“Depends, what is it?” I replied. A minute or two later I got a reply from her, it said “I need to go up to LA to see my mother in the hospital, she broke her hip! And i need someone to watch Tommy for about a week” I thought about it for a minute, thinking that i had no school for the week, because of a ‘snow day’, and there wasn’t shit to do for that week, so i said “Sure, when will you need me?”. She replied “Wud it b possible for u to come over tonight? Reason being I wud like to get n early strt on the flight.”
“Umm, idk, let me run in by my parents, brb” I replied. I got the approval of my parents, and so i replied “sure when should I be over?” “About an hour” she replied. I started getting ready putting on a pair of black skinny jeans with small and large rips going down the front and back legs, and a black skin tight shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked sexy enough to be a respectable girl, and not a girl that didn’t give a fuck about herself. With about 15 minutes to spare i went to Ms. Baxters house, when I got there the door was already wide open, I knocked, then heard some yelling about how tommy (her son) needs to clean up his room, I knocked again, harder this time, probably 30 seconds later she came down to check who was at the door.

“Oh, Hi Chelsea! How are you?” she said in a speedish tone, “I’m good, thanks” I said with a smile. “You look fantastic” she said right over me
“Now Tommy can be hard to deal with, so just let him do what he wants to an extent” she said
“Also, His bedtime is 9:00 P.M. make sure he is in bed at that time!, and there is $150 Dollars on the counter for food and what not”.
“Ok, is there anything else I should know?” i said.
“I think that’s everything” she replied.
“Ok Then” I said.
She then walked over to the fridge and opened it asking if I wanted anything
“Would you like a beer, coke, anything?” she said
“Haha, I’d like a beer but I’m only 15!” i said
“Sweetie, all teens drink, I’m not dumb” she replied
“You can having anything you want” she said while walking out the door.

I grabbed a beer and walked up the stair to see what’s up with Tommy.
I open the door too his bedroom, he was playing some football game called madden or something like that.
Tommy was about 11-12 years old, medium length black hair, probably weighed about 90-100 pounds with his small frame.
“Hi I’m Chelsea, you must be Tommy, right?