Okay I don't own and you can't sue me.
A/N: I was really unsure about nigel's job so a manager was the best thing I could think of. If anybody has better ideas please leave that in a review or PM me.
Both Nigel and Rachel locked the door so no more of there kids would walk in. They figured out about the other kids the regular way searching through there stuff.
"Okay three kids. Names and ages please," quizzed Nigel. Since he went through this already he knew what to do. He looked at Rachel as she pulled a dark turquoise skirt on.
"Mckenzie 9, Garrett 7, Chris 6." she pulled her hair into a bun with her pencil.
"And our professions are," quizzed Rachel right back.
"You high school principal. I'm the manager at Wal-Mart? What did I do to get that job?" questioned Nigel. He didn't really get his older self, then again this was more relistic then his dream of being the president of the United States.
"Well its a job that you can do well. I'm in charge of a bunch of teenagers? Kids I can handle but not teenagers."
"You'll do fine Rachel. Your a great leader already..." He blushed he was glad that it was half way dark.
"Thanks Nigel. So what do you think?" she posed in front of him. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and a dark turquiose blazer and skirt with a peach colored blouse.
"Really pretty" Then Rachel blushed. Then you can hear a banging on the door and aruging. I need money, mom where is my lunch, can I eat ice cream for breakfast, was the 3 conversations going at the same time. Both of them exchanged a look. Then Rachel opened the door and all three kids fell into the door way.
"Okay go down to the kitchen and get a bowl of cereral or something," said Nigel and all the kids left to do so. It was only a couple of weeks ago when there father actually acted like the father.
"That was easy," remarked Rachel and Nigel wordlessly agreed.