Three months Contract

could have sworn with her life on the line that the drawer could not be moved. Mr Benson groaned silently, his muscles bunching as he moved it. He moved it and underneath was the rug, the same

ntinued, "I want you to keep it". "Keep it safe and like I said earlier. Do not give it up no matter what." "I won't." He placed it back in the case, locked it and gave it to her. She collected it. They moved the drawer back to it's position, he put his stuffs back on the drawer and she helped him with them. Mr Benson finished and sat on his chair. "Okay. The adventure is over. You should go to bed now." She gave a small smile, "It was an exciting adventure." "Ummm dad? Thank you for trusting me with this," She tapped on her short's pocket where she had kept the case. I promise to take very good care of it and never give it up. No matter what." Her dad smiled. "Okay," she hugged her dad. "I'll go to bed now, good night". "Good night baby," She threw her head back and groaned. And her dad's deep laughter graced her ear as she walked out of his office. She had gotten to her room before it dawned on her. She rushed out and made her way to her dad's office again. She poked her head in and her dad was already busy with stuffs on his table. "Hey, big man." "Pam?" "Umm, do I have holes in my room too." Mr Benson laughed, "no, honey, no holes." She pouted, "awww, I want holes too." Her dad's laughter filled the room. It was a bright morning. She walked to the window and opened her curtains. Beautiful rays that seem to promise a beautiful day streamed in. "Today just has to be good," She sighed happily as she starts to prepare for school. Unlike other kids, Pamy loved school. She loved her school friends, her teachers, the subjects the sports, the gyming, the club meetings. She has always found it hard to wrap her head around why any sane teenager would hate school. She played 'dancing in my room' by 347aidan on her stereo. She moved her feet to the beats as she ruffled her hair. "I see you're awake," Her mom called from outside her room. "Yes momma!" She called back she moved to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She looked at the mirror and admired her teeth as she scrubbed it. She loved her teeth; they were straight, the perfect breath and height. And they were white. Sparkling white. As she looked into the mirror, she remembered last night and smiled. She turned back to look at her room through the open bathroom door and smiled again. She looked back to the mirror. "It's safe daddy, it's safe." She pampered herself with a long bath and washed her hair. Her phone rang. She turned down the blaring music as she took