Three months Contract

too as she took the hand he stretched out. "I took lots of pictures and they all came out really good. I think that area where we had our picnic

and the sun wasn't around to shine its glowing ray through it. Regardless, it was still beautiful. There was something quite unusual about the Bensons' pool though. Pools seldom have railing but the Bensons' pool is surrounded with it. Mrs Benson had freaked out years ago when little Pamela almost drowned when she accidentally slipped and fell in the pool. She had been paranoid and insisted the pool be removed. But Mr Benson had reasoned with her and brought the idea of surrounding the pool with a sturdy railing. And she accepted and it turned out beautiful and unique. And most importantly, it was safe. Even if there are kids around, it is still safe. It might not be needed anymore though as Pamela had grown up to be a great swimmer but Mrs Benson seemed to have been scarred for life. Mr Benson parked and they all hopped out and Pamela practically flew out, racing to her room after receiving a bear hug from their housekeeper. Halfway up the stairs, she overheard her mum say to her dad, "I told you not to do it, Ben. I knew it wasn't a good idea." "Look honey, I don't wanna talk about this right now, okay? We've had a long fun day and I just wanna spend the night in eternal Bliss," Her dad replied. Her mum had hissed back a response but Pamela didn't hear as she had raced up the stairs. Countless times, she had been told not to eavesdrop and she wasn't about to start that now. She went up to her room, turned on her desktop and dozens of minutes later, she heard her parents walk past her room, laughing. "Go to bed early, Pamy," her father called. "Yes dad," she called back, smiling. Her parents always made up quickly just like now. They were laughing so hard that she could have sworn that she had imagined them arguing. She stretched and yawned as she admired the work she had done. She had edited all the pictures and made a very cute video of their family. Just like her life, it looks perfect. "Almost," She thought, "dad said nothing is perfect." She watched the video countless times, satisfied with what she had done. Finally, she saved all her work, shifted back her chair and took a minute to admire her well furnished room. When she had turned twelve her mom had asked her how she wanted her room to look, showed her tons of pictures of beautiful rooms and she had loved them all. None of them seemed perfect though, none of them seemed to be what she really wanted. So, she had taken a bit from each picture she liked, put it together, added her own idea and viola! A masterpiece, her room. She loved it. Really loved it. Sighing contentedly, she placed