i'm his bodyguard!

chappie two well actually one but who cares!!!!

so yeah i kind of split the first chapter in two because i cant write another chapter so long. srry guys. but i will make it up to you. by posting a real new chapter of my awesome story today!!! (don't exagerate your story isn't that good it doesn't have any votes you know!?) oh shut up stupid voice in my head. i bet nobody reads this anyway.

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recap:

Kate’s eyes became sad and then she said: ‘yeah, at first they didn’t want to let you go, you know because it would be humiliating that you would need to work for money.’

Yes that was probably the only reason why I wasn’t allowed to work. They were afraid that their so called friends thought that they were poor. ‘what did you say to them to let me work?’ I asked curious now.

Her eyes became dark and maybe even sadder. ‘I told them that for this job you wouldn’t have to live in this house anymore and that it is a very dangerous job.’

Hmm yes my oooh so loving parents taking every chance to get rid of me. I was used to it. Though I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt.

I smiled at her and she looked a bit happier though there was still sadness in her eyes. ‘Come on let’s go. I want to meet my new boss!’

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Skipping school shouldn’t be much of a problem for me. I had straight A’s and I knew everything what you learn at school already. Results from years of home schooling by the best teachers in the country and Kate’s library at her home. I would pick a random book and read it to never forget what was written in it ever again. Nope there is nothing wrong with my  head. Besides that I didn’t have any friends or a boyfriend for that matter. Thanks to my sweet little sister. Ugh. Anyway nobody would miss me.

 Wait that’s not true I’m sure my little sister and her friends would miss someone to pick on in the hallways. No it wasn’t that bad, it was just irritating so I would always just ignore them. I sighed.

And that was the moment Sarah had to come in.

Like I said before Sarah was our personal stylist. And she acted as if I could only wear things she approved of. Sadly for her I wasn’t the type to listen to other peoples orders.

‘No sighing!!!’ Sarah yelled. ‘it makes you look ugly. Now sit straight!’

I looked annoyed at her. ‘What do you want Sarah?’ I asked.

‘I want you to wear dresses and skirts. No sweaty pants and that sweater thing.’ She said looking at me as if I were some kind of hobo eating garbage. (no offense to hobos)

You need to know Sarah is a stylist without fashion sense. Well I didn’t have fashion sense either, but I think she is worse than me. She wants me to wear slutty miniskirts with a pink top on top of it with lots of diamonds or some super short dress like my sister wears. Of course with killer heels underneath that. I’m sorry but I’m not into snobby whore fashion. Sarah is though.

Yes imagine a women from 50 years old wearing a miniskirt. Or in my case imagine your mother wearing a miniskirt…*shudder* Sarah dressed my mother to after all.

I don’t hate dresses and skirts by the way. They just can’t be long or tight since that would make it hard to kick someone. I’m usually not a violent type of girl though…

 Alright that is a big fat lie. If you scare me your on the ground, if you anger me you need to go and check if you don’t have a few broken bones and for those who try to kiss me well one had to check in the hospital if he still could make baby’s if you know what I mean. I smiled evilly at the memory.