The Millionairess (h.s. fanfiction)

The Boys

So I'm screwed.

They didn't even know my name. I can't just ,I don't know drag somebody into a new house and say they are in Witness protection can you? I can just imagine the conversation between us. I didn't even know what he looked like.

Thanks chairman.

And I forgot to say Damn. I had to find my house aswell.

I sighed. I imagined some scenario.

What?! It keeps me company.

"Oh hey there your coming with me!'

"Woah. Who the hell are you?"

"

"Your goddamn saviour now walk!" I couldn't help giggling at how I just thought that. Seriously.

I am your Goddamn Saviour. Wow. An Assasin saying that would be a bit of a clichè.

Ha.

Time to go and find them.

I zipped my bag back up and dumped it back into the floor. My suitcase was a Damn lifesaver. It had wheeeeeels. I liked the way they spun round and carried the weight of my luggage.

So you know I've been thinking. I need to suprise myself you know I am no protector but a 'taking carer'. I needed a raise. What am I talking about? I don't even think I get paid. The UO just give me pocket money.

Ha.

Pocket money. I never used to get that. They were too obnoxious to give their daughter a small allowance, although they had $29,000 dollars.

The streets were way too busy at this hour.

Oops. My watch needed to be reset to the timezone. I looked down to my wrist. It said 8:30 am. As if.

I sighed.

It would be like 11 or 12 noon.

I let out another exasperated sigh.

" Uhmm excuse me?" It was the thrid time I had ever said that in a year and a half.

"Yes?" A boy with brown tangled, messy- I was cut off.

" Can you please hurry up? No offense or anything I shouldn't be out here" He said sternley looking around as if he was being followed. I can't believe it but I looked around too.

Entertainment?!

"Um Sorry but I am looking for this boy , 24 Stansted...-" I stopped. I noticed him covering up, wrapping himself in his jacket. I just stared.

It was like 19° degrees celcius out here. Trust, Iv'e been to England before and trust me it has been a whole lot worse. Don't get me wrong I liked this place. I've been here with my now deceased parents but not once did I get anything. Being a canadian Citizen it was all about souveniers, keychains, Camereas , bags, hair accecories, stationary.  I loved Canada. No you don't know how much I did. Nevermind it doesn't apply.

"H-Ho-How did you kno-". The most worried expression climbed on his face, conquering it.

Suddenley I realised. Realised how I just worked it out. It all out. He's paranoid. Paranoid.

Dammit. I'm awesome. Hmmm... I thought.

I cut him off. "Come with me."

"Who are you??!" He questioned me like crazy.

Try Rayleigh. Try.

I really didn't know how to respond. I just scared some boy. How?

"Your goddamn Saviour" Did I really just say that.

"What?" Damn. He was way to annoying to me. So many questions. I just wanted to shut him up right now.

"Shut up"

"Wha"

"I said shut up. Now you listen to me. I am an assasin and I will kick your goddamn ass if you do not decide to shut up and listen to me. You are being placed in witness protection by me. So buck up and ...-" I raged. But I was about to set him straight again but He stopped me.

"Your an assasin?" Damn. He just repeated it.

He was literally gaping. His brown messy hair, I dont know why, but I didn't notice it. His eyes just stared at me. I stared back at him aswell.

"Assasin?" Like I didn't know who I was .I was a Goddamn assasin.

Now he was doing my head in. I pulled him forcefully, digging my aquamarine coloured gem nails into his sleeve.

Yeah. I can be a fierce one. A miscarrige of Justice. Oh hell to the no.

We were now marching towards his house. Well at least I think so. My watch said so. I mentally laughed quietly.

Ha. I just said

"Owwww!" He yelped as I let go off his throbbing arm. Some how I knew something. Why was I placing, this pathetic boy in witness protection?