“I guess you look trustworthy enough.” The young girl pouts, crossing her arms and letting out a hmph. You had no idea why, but out of all the kids you felt that you needed to take this little brat home.

“You’re a little ugly, but it’ll do. when you drop me off to school drop me at the back, kay?” Oh the audacity! Does she think you’ll even let her go to school with that attitude? (of course you will.)

Of course, on the day you came to pick her up she flipped like a switch. Giddy and excited, unlike her rude words from before. But you’ll let it slide, since she’s a kid.

“You don’t live in a palace?” Her expression portrayed dissapointment. “Ugh, whatever then..”