Cassy stared at the questionnaire in front of her. She'd been reading the first sentence over and over without even learning what it was talking about. Just the title made her mind numb.

[i]"Hypothetical Baptist's Nanny"[/i]

Cassy's parents demanded she fill this out before she could even think of using her computer. She scanned the paper and almost burst out laughing. Cassy wondered if her parents were in denial or just crazy thinking she'd take this seriously. She straight up told them two years ago she was agnostic, yet she gets dragged to church every Sunday since. The questionnaire starts, "YOU are a born-in, baptized Christian female, early 20s. You are employed as a full-time nanny for a Atheist married couple of business executives who have a preschool-age child." 

As if she'd be a nanny in the first place, Cassy never got along with kids. She read on, the first few questions included, "1) Is your first responsibility to God and his earthly organization, or to your "worldly" employers? 2) Would you expose the child to "My Book of Bible Stories" or other Christian indoctrination? With/without seeking the parents' permission/input?"

Cassy pondered the idea of giving really hilarious and offensive answers, but remembered that her dad was going to look it over and probably take her precious laptop away (the only connection she had to the sane world outside.) So she decided to go the complete other direction, she was going to give the most brainwashed and indoctrinated answers possible. Cassy enjoyed staining her mind trying to find the creepiest answers that a zealot would like. After only a few minutes, she proudly looked over her answers. It was poetry, she actually produced a cackle when reading some of her answers. She dashed downstairs to her fathers study. Her dad was pouring over his notes and charts form work. 

She proudly handed the questionnaire over to him, "Finished!"

Her father smiled, "Well, good for you" 

He removed his glasses and peered down at Cassy's answers, his smile began to melt away. He didn't look up for quite some time. Cassy had the feeling she might have over done it. Her dad looked up at her, "You are willing to kill an abortion doctor?"

Cassy fought back the urge to laugh, she made a very serious face, "They kill babies all the time, so it's only fair."

Her father started at her with disappointed eyes, before he opened up his briefcase and produced another copy of the questionnaire. He handed it to Cassy and turned back to his work.

"Take this more seriously," he sighed, "and maybe I'll let you have your laptop next week."

Those words punched Cassy in the gut. Another week without her laptop!? She slowly trudged upstairs, feeling like the whole world had jumped on her back. She wouldn't be able to talk to rational people for a another week, maybe more. She didn't want to think about it. She crashed face first into her bed sending her two stuffed animals flying off. She didn't care. Her life was terrible. Well, she did live quite comfortably compared to some girls her age in other countries, but she still felt that didn't mean her parents were good. Her red hair fell in her face as she turned her head. She'd give anything for a family that just let her be herself. The sound of a truck stopping nearby made her look up.

Cassy turned over and sat up to see moving trucks in front of the house next door. Lots of boxes were sitting on the lawn until big mover guys took them inside. Cassy stuck her head out of her window to get a better view of the situation. She saw a woman giving instructions to the big guys as they carried her stuff in. Cassy figured her mom was going to send over a pie or some other desert to welcome the new neighbors. There was a dark looking boy looking at her from the opposite window. Cassy fell backwards on her ass being freaked out that someone was watching her. She carefully inched out of sight to another window and tried to peak at the boy without being seen.