i'm his bodyguard!

a dent in my steel wall.

hello bananas, and other awesome people. soooooow i decided to upload again, and i have already written the next chapter!!!!!!!!!! yeah thank me later :D this is a bit of a filler though... but it's fun!!!!!! i think... anyways i decided to write a bit more about Mitch's house and brother so the going to the new school part, will come later. yeah i'm sad too.

thank you for reading!!!!! have fun!!!!

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recap:

"Why do you have a kitchen in your closet?" Yes that was my first reaction when I saw his “closet”.

He chuckled, the rich sound filling the room. Gosh the boy had to do everything like a rich man, the cars, the house, the room, the closet, the chuckle. But I have to say that it’s a very sexy sound.

Oh no! It’s not sexy Char! My inner voice yells at me. He is your boss, your client, the guy you have to protect! No weird crushes on the first day of work! Besides he is a chuckling, mean, arrogant, snobby carrot. No crushes on carrots, their disgusting!

Yeah, he is a very arrogant carrot.

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The next morning I woke up from a loud bang.

"Ouch…" I mumbled while I slowly tried to get up from the cold floor, only to bang my head against the low ceiling.

"Double ouch." I muttered angrily as I looked at the beautifully decorated room.

 Haha beautiful. I thought sarcastically.  It was beautiful if you like the prisoner style. The room was completely white and only had one window. The bed was one of those beds that you can shove against a wall, you know to save some space. And there was a small table against the wall that had a window. That’s it.

Luckily for me I don’t have to live here, though I have to sleep here. Actually in this “closet” this is the only place I don’t like, but hey, there’s nothing that some paint can’t solve!

 Except for the low ceiling of course.

And probably world peace.

Then my eyes fell on my alarm clock. No literally. I fell with my head on the small table, my eyes into the alarm clock and my toe against the wall.

"My eyes!" I screamed. "Ouch ouch ouch! Who said you were allowed to hurt my eyes! You stupid alarm clock!" I screamed while I did something that looked like a dance of pain. I jumped through the white room with one eye closed and one hand wrapped around my poor toe.

"I hate you wall!" I told the wall. "You think you can hurt me huh? And don’t you dare smile ceiling! Thanks to you I have a big bump on my head! You two are incredibly mean and I will punish you!" I said and went into my fighting stance.

"HIYA!" My scream echoed against the walls and my foot hit the wall with so much force the it went thro… no wait…

"OUCH! Not again! My toe! It hurts! Ow ow! Why does this closet have such hard walls? Damn you, wall! This time you win, but I swear I will get you next time!" my voice sounded so angry I swear I saw the wall flinch. Yeah be afraid of me, you wall, maybe you will think twice about hurting me next time!

"Ouch."

"Having a good morning, I see?" I heard a deep voice say from the other side of the room.