Here it is, chapter six.

It had been three months since Flower Crisp had moved to Ponyville and she was loving every second. She had everything she could ever want. She still had one fear. She feared that if any pony found out she was part changeling she be abandoned or killed for her deception. Other than that everything was perfect.

She had already integrated herself into the town. All she had to do was find a job that somewhat center around her talent. She definitely couldn't work with Rose because it really just looked like a family business. Plus they never had a help wanted flyer. She really didn't want to work at Sugar Cube Corner either. Ever since Flower had meet Pinkie that weird, amazing day Pinkie was always staring at her like she knew something. It was really uncomfortable.

Where could she get a job? Wait. Was that a help wanted sign on that two story purple building, with pink door, and red roof. What shop was that? Flower quickly galloped up to the building to find out the name of the shop. The sign read "Rosie's Tea Shoppe," in little letters on a hanging sign. In the front window there was the little help wanted sign. By the look of the outside of the shop, which had flower pots everywhere and smelled like there was a garden in the back, it only sold items that contain freshly grown food. Flower turned her head to the pink sign on the window that read all tea and pasties made with freshly grown flowers, fruits, and vegetables. She giggled at the sign. Flower was pretty sure the manger only put that sign up to give the customers a laugh consider any pony could plainly tale from the outside.

Suddenly the pink door opened to reveal a cream pegasus with dark and light red hair. Her pink eyes staring at Flower though pink rectangle rounded glasses. On her flank was a tea cup with a single rose next to it.

"Hello miss. Are you here for the job or would you like a nice cup of tea?" the pony said nicely.

"The job," Flower replied without thinking.

"Come in," the pegasus said heading inside.

"Alright, but I never quite got your name," Flower said following the pony in.

"Neither did I. My name is Rose Tea. Most ponies call me Rosie or Tea," Rosie replied heading to a round blue table.

"Oh I almost forgot. The name's Flower Crisp. You can call me Flower," she said sitting across from Rosie.

"Well first off the job is basically to help me run the shop and help grow the ingredients for the foods and teas. Judging by your cutie mark you can do the job, but I'm not too sure about helping run the store. Can you cook?" Rosie said very businesslike.

"Yes. I cook all the time for my little sister when dad and Cookie go out," Flower replied remembering all the times she cooked for Sweetie Belle since she moved in and the cooking classes from the hive.

"Okay. One last thing. Would you be willing to move in?" Rosie asked simply.

"What? Why do you need me to move in?" Flower questioned.

"It's just one of my requirements. It is like a test to see if you are willing to do anything to get this job. By the way the job comes with me not only being your boss, but your friend," Rosie answered.

Flower was conflicted. She had just moved in with her family, but Rosie was offering friendship and a job. Her family could give friendship, but work. Also either way she might hurt somepony's feelings. What could she do? She did the only thing she could think of.

"Maybe. I don't know. I'd have to ask my family," Flower said faltering at points.

"I completely understand. Family comes first. I will expect your answer tomorrow afternoon," Rosie said looking directly into Flower's brown eyes. Rosie's own eyes looked hurt, but understanding if not lonely.

"Thank you Rosie. I will be back tomorrow with your answer," Flower said heading to the door, nearly tripping once on the way.

Flower stood in front of the familiar red door to her father and Cookie's house. Could she really leave them so soon? She had just moved in with them three months ago. She didn't know if she could do this. She needed a job, but they were her family. How would they take it? Then, the door opened as her father was heading to the doc. The time to ponder was over. She had decided. Tonight at dinner she would ask them, but she was still worried. There was no time at all to worry she had to figure out what she was going to say. She had to let them down very gently or else it would be disaster.

I leave you once again with another cliff hanger. Will I ever not leave you with a cliff hanger? I don't know. See you next time. Don't forget to leave a comment expressing you feelings on this story.