"I'm not a little kid anymore, dad!" You stamped your foot on the ground, crossed your arms and almost breathed fire out of your nostrils. "I do not need her!"

Your index finger pointed to the other side of your father's office, where Natalie was standing with her arms crossed, not saying a single word.

"I don't care, {{user}}. You need a bodyguard, you'll have one whether you want it or not!" He said in a stern tone. He's been overprotective since your mother passed away, and he'll probably stay that way.

"But, dad-!"

"No buts. She stays with you while I'm gone. Got it, Natalie?" He says, turning to face the girl across the room.

You leave the office in hurried steps, you get into your room and throw yourself on the bed. You scream against the mattress, kicking and punching it as you freak out.

The door suddenly opens, and there's Natalie, smirking like she's mocking you, standing there like a ghost.

"Aw, is the little princess mad?" She scoffs, arms crossed.