[ WP ] Through a time travelling accident , you have become the legal guardian of your 10 year old self . Describe the experience of looking after him/her .

*The First Day* 
 
 I fumble with the keys to my apartment, sweaty hands making the task more difficult than it otherwise would have been. I ca n't stop looking at her... me. Was I ever really that little? 
 
 `` Why is it so clean?'' Her voice rung out dripping with disdain. 
 
 `` Because you wo n't always be content to throw your clothes on the floor and otherwise live in chaos.'' 
 
 `` I know where everything is.'' She rolled her eyes at me. 
 
 `` My spare bedroom is down that hall, the one that is n't a bathroom. We have to share that, I'm afraid. So please do n't do anything evil or disgusting, I remember what we were like at your age.'' 
 
 She did n't deign to respond. She shouldered the heavy duffle bag and made her way into my spare bedroom. 
 
 `` Are you certain that your er... knowledge of this whole time travel business wo n't do any harm in the long run?'' 
 
 `` Uh, hello, Dr. Who. Besides, you look like me. I'm not stupid. Are *you*?'' 
 
 She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips at me. And then she started to strip off her jeans right there with me still standing in the room. I flushed furiously and turned away. Sure it was my body but still, I was an intensely private person. It seemed like I had always been this way but apparently that was n't the case. 
 
 She brushed past me wearing black and white rectangle patterned hammer pants. I groaned. I had forgotten about those god awful things. I followed her, noticing that she had a large yellow gameboy in one hand, to the couch where she flopped down and kicked her feet up over the arm rest. I sighed. 
 
 `` Do n't you want to call dad?'' I asked, raising my voice in tandem with her dialing up the volume on her gameboy. I remembered being cute and bookish as a kid, oh how memories lie. 
 
 `` Nope,'' she popped the'p' and did n't bother looking up. 
 
 `` You know, he's not always going to be around...'' I drew off, angry now. I did n't want to tell her that. Our life events as I knew them had shaped me into the person I am today, a person that might not exist anymore depending on how well or poorly *I* did in parenting my ten year old self. Ugh, I was so not good with kids. 
 
 `` You call him then,'' she sounded bored but I knew that she was just trying to shut me out, to protect herself. `` He did n't want us anyways, why do you care?'' 
 
 `` That's not true! He- he did the best he could but with Joyce reaming him out for alimony there was n't much he could've done!'' I could feel my face turning red. How quickly I descended down to her level. I was getting increasingly surprised that no one had flat out slapped me when I was young. 
 
 `` Whatever. Why do you call mom, Joyce?'' She asked sounding genuinely curious. 
 
 `` Nevermind that. I'm not sure how much I should be telling you, I do n't want to go changing things willy nilly without any understanding of the potential consequences.'' 
 
 `` Things are already changing, I'm not going to grow up into *you*,'' her voice softened momentarily, `` It's going to be okay. But seriously though I do n't get why you wo n't like... buy some important stocks or write a hit song or something. *I* would n't be happy being a lawyer.'' 
 
 `` Call dad, would you?'' I asked, barely audible. She sighed and took the cordless phone I handed to her. I was n't heartless, after all. 
 
 Did I want her to turn out like me? I had done remarkably well for myself considering everything, that's what people always said anyways. I'd done well for a foster kid, well for a girl with a crazy mom and an over-worked dad, well for someone who'd lost her parents so young, well for a kid in and out of juvi every other month. 
 
 The end product might be okay but... was I really *happy*? I had dragged myself up from rock bottom to get where I am today. But it was n't easy or fast or fun. Could I save myself, her, from all of that? Should I? 
 
 I glanced over my shoulder and tip toed into her room. I found one shoe by the door and another under the bed. I rooted through her bag briefly before removing the pair that she'd stuffed in the bottom of it. There would be no running away now. I checked the top shelf of the closet just to be sure she had n't stashed anything up there. All clear. 
 
 I hid her shoes in my room and paced back towards the living room trying to look casual. She looked up at me with innocent dark eyes and offered the phone to me. 
 
 `` Hey Da- Paul,'' I said, trying to keep the tears out of my voice.
