Didn'n want to die

Of course, I didn’t want to die when I took the deal. When my Co-worker Matt came to me and suggested his Proposal. Bevor I tell you about it though there must be some Backstory. My name is Jennifer. I know. My Parents must have loved me giving me such a “nice” name. Anyway, I have a degree in digital mapping. I neither have the time nor the interest to explain to you what exactly it is. All I know is that I am definitely not doing that in my new Job. I am 25 now and instead of working at Google I spend my days at SwiftThrifter. It’s the place I work at. Well worked at since I am now dead meaning not working there. It’s also where Matt worked but just let me finish my story bevor, I tell you about him. Now not like you would expect from a Jennifer I wasn’t the most popular in school, but my story isn’t the type where the unpopular girl gets together with the popular Quarterback and here entire life just turns awesome because she’s just different. No, I was the type of girl that isn’t even an understudy I was one of the kids that would just be sitting in the classroom, so it didn’t look empty in movies. Now as I said I’m working at SwiftThrifter since I have to pay of my way to expensive Degree. That’s why I even took the deal. That’s why I even started working for Matt when he gave me his proposal. Now I bet you’re dying to know what this mysteries proposal was, but it really isn’t that interesting he just asked me if I wanted to babysit his one-year-old girl. Now of course I babysat when I was a teenager but never really professionally, but I needed the money, so I did it anyway. My first job was a few days bevor Christmas Matt and his Husband were going to some party, and I was supposed to watch the girl. I think here name was Sky or something like that. Well, what they didn’t think to tell me was that Sky or something has a peanut allergy. But like a really bad one. Now to their defence I might have not listened to carefully when Matt told me what and what not to do but like how hard can babysitting be? Can a one-year-old even talk? Anyway, as you might already see coming, I came in that night not having a clue what I was doing. I remember that the entire place was just filled with scented candles. Also, I might have had a couple drinks bevor I came in, so I acted a little lightheaded. Now bevor you just make some probably way to correct assumptions about me I just want to say I did not kill the baby. Well as soon as I walked in and tried to pick Sky or whatever her name was up, she just started crying her heart out like I swear I didn’t do anything to her. I’m not a killer. I’m just maybe not the friendliest and I’m definitely not a baby person. I turned on the TV and watched some crappy reality stuff. But Sky or whatever her name was did not stop so I thought she was just hungry, so I checked out the fridge but it seemed like Matt and his husband didn’t have the idea to put food in there that isn’t some weird organic healthy crap like can baby’s even eat that type of stuff. But I found some peanuts in my purse. I think the rest you can guess yourself but, in the case, you’re an idiot I gave Sky or whatever her name was some peanuts which if I may say so she seemed to enjoy very much. But like two minutes later she just started to get weird and started to do whatever the baby version of Anaphylaxis and of course because I’m such a grown women I rushed her to the hospital. Well at least I tried to rush her to the hospital. Mostly I was scared to go to prison, but I was also kind of worried about Sky or whatever her name was because even though she made clear that she did not like she was still in some weird way cute, and I wish I would have at least posted one pic with her on insta. Well as I said I was so worried to go to prison that I might have speeded and didn’t notice the police car behind me not the truck that was about to hit me. When I saw the truck, it was to late. We crashed and that’s the last thing I remember. Now to be honest I’m doing fine now. Well, I’m dead so I guess that’s not really fine but for some reason god decided that all of that totally wasn’t my fault and let me into heaven. Also, Sky or whatever her name it was fine, and the police brought her to the hospital but what really is disappointing is that heaven doesn’t even have free Wi-Fi like what the hell? Shit I’m not aloud to say that. Well as a conclusion turns out babysitting isn’t that easy like you should have to study it or something. Id even go so far and say it’s harder than brain surgery even though of course if never done that either. But my friends Dads uncle was a brain surgeon or whatever so if I may say so I think I now more about it then most people. By the way don’t you think its like totally crazy that no one came to my funeral. Like not even Matt and his husband even though it’s their fault because like who doesn’t have normal snacks at home? Heaven by the way is not worth it in my experience like I’d rather have drunk a bit more on earth than do some weird meditation stuff with old grandmas here. Speaking of grandmas, I checked and turns out mine is in hell, so I only get to see her once per hundred years for visiting day but since that’s going to take a while, I think I’m going to get bored here quite easily. Oh “Find your inner peace” course is now so guessing that’s bye. Bye.