Chapter 1: The Beginning of Nothing
"Isabella? It's time for your chores." My mother said opening my bedroom door.
My bedroom was very small. It had a small mattress on the floor, with a blanket and pillow. A brown dresser right next to my door. And a large mirror across from my bed.
"Yes mother. I have to get changed though. Could you give me a couple of minutes, please?" I asked politely.
"Yes." She said, stepping away and closing the door.
I put my usual, dress on. It was white, and worn down. I put my leggings, that were made of fabric, under my dress. I then put my apron over my dress, which puffed out a little. I then put on a pair on flat shoes, which were grey. I have had them for a while, since we don't have much money. I then took a blue piece of ribbon from my dresser and put my hair in a slightly high pony tail. I checked myself over in my mirror, and exited my room.
"Would you like some breakfast before you get to work?" My mother asked me.
"Yes. Thank you." I said, while walking to our table and sitting down on the firm wooden chair.
She was making oatmeal, as usual. After it was done, she put the oatmeal into a wooden bowl and sprinkled a little bit of sugar on the top. She then got some tap water from the sink, and put it in a glass cup.
I looked at it, and said "Thank you."
I started to eat the oatmeal, and I tried to finish it. I couldn't waste the food that we had. I started to get full, as I left one fourths of the oatmeal uneaten.
"I don't think I can eat anymore." I stated.
"It okay honey. I'll eat the rest of it. Go off to do your chores now." She waved her hand goodbye.
"Alright. Bye." I said.
I walked out the door, walking to the chicken coop. I rattled the bag of food for the chickens. I took a handful of seeds and fed them to the chickens. I watched as they all scurried to get the food. We had chickens, for two reasons. One, was for the eggs. Two, was for eating them. Even though, we didn't want to eat the chickens. We had to, we had no money to afford the food that some people can afford. So we just work with what we got.
Sure it's hard not having a father. Even though, he left us when I was born, my heart still burned for a father figure in my life. Maybe, we would have had more money with a man in the house. Besides, mother and I are doing fine. We don't need a worthless man to help us out.
I then got back on task, and went where the clothes line was, that hung all our clothes to dry. I got a basket from the ground, that was already laying there, and threw the clothes in one by one. Underwear, panty houses (like leggings), dresses, and all that other junk we wore.
I then took the basket back into the house and started folding the clothes. I put each cloth item in a separate group: My clothes in one pile, my mother's clothes in one pile, my undergarments, and my mother's undergarments in a different pile. So then everything wouldn't get confused. After I was done with that, I put my clothes in my drawer and my mother's clothes in her drawer.
Soon after, I had to do the dishes. I cleaned each plate, silverware, cup, bowl and hand dried them. I then set them in the cupboard. Dishes and bowls on the left side and cups on the right side. The silverware went on the counter, so it was easier not to stab ourselves with a fork or knife.
Then, my final chore was to tidy up the house. Make the beds, sweep, clean the furniture, and then I could have free time.
About twenty minutes later, I finished. And my free time, was spent roaming around outside, just enjoying the view. The sun was shining so bright, it looked as if a thousand diamonds were glistening. The grass was especially green today. I walked for about an hour, wanting some exercise and fresh air. Mean while, I picked some butter cups and lily's to give to my mother. I walked back to my house, and entered the kitchen. I greeted my mother with a warm smile.
"Mother I picked you some butter cups and lily's I hope you like them." I said with happiness.
"Those are lovely honey! Thank you. Let me just put them in a cup of water, I'll put them in the middle of the kitchen table. They'll make a beautiful center piece." She smiled at me.
After she put the flowers in the cup of water she looked at me concerned.
"Honey I need to tell you something. I know you might not like it, but it will make our life better." She said, sitting down at the table.
I sat down at the table also, "What is it?" I asked worried.
"Well the Cullen's have offered you a job to be their servant. There house is simply beautiful and they will be paying you ten or five dollars a week! That's a lot of money honey! I would like it if you would gracefully accept their kind offer." She sweetly smiled.
I almost cringed. Worse than having no money, was having to be a servant for some rich family who are snobs. But I couldn't let my mother down, this is a great offer. So all I could say was, "Fine. I am happy that they gave me this opportunity." I faked smiled, I guess my mother didn't see that. "So when do I start?" I asked.
"Tomorrow morning." She said.
So how did everyone like it? I want to know! This idea just popped into my head and I had to just write it down. Now the time isn't in 2000 or whatever it's in the 1900's. So five or ten dollars a week is a lot! Please review, and I hope everyone enjoyed it!