*I'd extended the previous chapter, but the stupid thing deleted half of the chapter *rolls eyes* So you might be a bit confused.

But this is basically what happens at the end:

She gets a text from her boss.

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"Ugh, where the hell are these people?" I groan as I look around, trying to spot them.

"I'd be careful if I were you, your boss deserves respect, doesn't he?" A voice behind me, sending chills down my spine, startled me.

I looked back and gave a small, fake smile.

"Sorry sir"

He nodded and didn't say anything. Placing his hand in a pocket in his blazer, he took out a large, brown envelope and handed it to me.

I looked around, making sure that we weren't being watched and opened the envelope.

I let out a gasp and my eyes widen as I see what's on the paper.

"It's a picture of a young girl" I state.

I look up and he just nods, confirming what I just said. I give him a confused look, why the heck is he giving me a picture of a little girl?

"This girl, her parents were out in Russia, on a very important mission, but unfortunately they were killed" I gasped, putting my hand on my mouth. This girl looks about five! How us she going to survive without her parents? "I'm assigning you a partner, so that the both of you can look after her. He should be here soon"

He didn't wait for my response and walked away. My breathing got heavier as the seconds went past.

I can barely talk care of myself, how the heck can I take care of a little girl?!

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I sit on the swings, slowly pushing myself. The wind, so cold and strong, attacks my hair, making it fly all over the place. I probably look like Einstein right now.

Glancing at my watch, I see that the time is half past four now. The Eagle, my boss, yeah I know, such a cliché name, has been gone for about forty minutes.

"He'll be here soon" my ass.

I groan, not wanting to wait for the idiot anymore, who's probably not going to show up. I stand up, taking my bag with me and I head towards the exit of the park.

I feel a big amount of weight being pushed on me, I look up to see a man, around the age of twenty, panting like a tired dog. I scan him up and down, noticing the small gadget on the collar of his blue shirt.

Ah, so this is my partner.

Trying to ignore his brown eyes and his cute curly hair, I carry on walking away.

I waited nearly an hour for him.

Serves him right.

~*~

"BONJOUR PEOPLE! YOUR QUEEN HAS ARRIVED!" I scream as soon as I step into the house, gently shutting the door after me.

"Beyonce is here?!" My mum shouts back excitedly, running to where I was standing.

"Oh. It's you" She says, walking back to the kitchen.

I roll my eyes but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the smile on my lips. I follow her into the kitchen, and my smile grows as I smell the delicious-looking lasagna on the table.

"Mum, this looks amazing!"

"Duh, I made it" She flicks her long brown hair, before letting out a small chuckle.

"So how was school, Rosaline?" She asked, emphasising on my name because she knows too well that it annoys the heck out of me. I bite my tongue, not wanting to argue with her, like I do nearly every single day, about whether I should be called Rose or Rosaline.

"Eh, it was ok" I shrugged. "I met this Arab guy, who's kinda hot by the way" I playfully wink at my mum and she winks back straight away. "But there was this weird-"

"Oh hi dad" I cut myself off when I saw him walk into the kitchen. He smiles and replies with a small hey, quickly sitting down on one of the stools.

My dad is really quiet, the total opposite to my mum. She could be talking for fives hours straight and not get tired or bored, whereas my dad would probably stop listening after the first sentence. He zones out and loses concentration very fast. But I've got to admit, it's always funny watching my dad just sit there and occasionally nod while my mum had been yapping about for half an hour.

"Yeah, so what were you saying?" My mum asks, as she moves around the kitchen, grabbing the knives and forks along the way.

"Right. There was this guy and he was so weird. He literally just came up to me and sniffed me. Sniffed me mum, isn't that crazy?! And then he was all like" I put on a deep accent. "You belong to me and crap like that. Can you believe that? Isn't that so crazy?!"

My parents looked at each other, which, I'm not going to lie, did scare me a bit. Their faces looked a bit worried.

My suspicion grows as my mum lets out a nervous laugh, and let me tell you something; my mum does not ever let out a nervous laugh.

"Wowww....kids these days, eh?" She asks as she nudges my dad a bit when she goes to sit by him.

We eat in total silence, it wasn't awkward though, until my dad screams out "Wait!"

I hurriedly look up, scared that something was wrong.

"I have to ask something" He says, and I nod my head at him.

"This guy, is he...is he good looking?"

The lasagne in my mouth ends up on the wooden table instantly as I start choking.

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"Is he tall?"

"Yeah"

"Is he hot?"

"Yes mum, he's hot"

"Is he older than you?"

"Umm...probably. He looks like a sixth-former" (AN: SIXTH-FORM IS YEAR 12 + YEAR 13)

"What colour eyes does he have?"

"The most amazing brown eyes I have ever seen"

My dad frowns and I instantly start talking again, "right after yours of course!" And a smile forms on his lips again.

"Where is he from?"

"Oh my god people, I talked to him for like thirty seconds!" I throw my hands up in the air.

But it seems like my dad isn't giving up anytime soon.

"Ok, so where do you think he's from?"

"Well he's black. Ok well not like black, but he isn't white eather. He's like this light brown kind of colour. Ugh, I don't know how to explain it!"

I wasn't scared about my parents reactions, since we all love black people. My mum and I, we love black boys. Like, I know we're white and everything, and there are some white hotties out there, but man, wait till you seem them black lads.

Lol, I swear my family has always been this weird.

"I can't wait till we meet this guy!" My mum says enthusiastically. Knowing her, she's probably already thinking about the wedding dress and how my hair is going to look like that day. I roll my eyes.

You've probably already realized, but my parents and I are really close. Like so close that whenever I see someone hot or attractive, I have to tell my parents about him. Even when I have a crush on someone, which to be honest rarely happens, I tell my parents straight away.

It's weird, but I like it like this. No secrets between us.

Ok, maybe a couple of secrets, but what they don't know doesn't hurt them right?

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Hope you enjoyed!

It was actually really fun writing this chapter.

Oh and believe it or not, but one of my good friends is like this. She tells her parents about her crush and I'm just like.....GURLLL!!!

Lol anyway bye

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