I was a serving girl. Admittedly not an excellent serving girl but
that's for later.
My "mistress" liked to remind me of this fact, alot. As in every day
of my life. Ok so maybe I should explain a little more.
I'm sure tons of you are confused by now. My name is Maximum Ride but
most just call me Max or "Maxine" if your my employer.
When I say I'm a servant or a serving girl, I don't mean from medieval
times serving girl. I mean those people that walk around parties with
little meats a cheeses with glasses of champagne.
I also happen to be a maid, so I basically live in a giant mansion
away from my beloved mom and sister. My "mistress" or "red haired
wonder" as I like to call her is a pompous idiot by the name of Lissa
Fairweather daughter of the super rich super famous movie star Eric
Fairweather.
"Miss Lissa" of course has massive daddy issues which drives her to
wear bunches of slutty clothing and to flirt with anything that moves.
If its attractive in the least.
Oh but of course it can't be too attractive anything prettier then the
"red haired wonder" must be banished for all eternity. Anyway now that
you know a little more about my life,lets get on with the story shall
we?
Would you like a side of epic with that fail?