It's a Maids World

My tattered grey dress hung limply on my fragile body. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the masters quarters. It had to shine. She only liked it when it shone. I knew I had to step on it, she would be back soon. I didn't want to undergo the punishment that awaited me if it was not done on time or to to her standards The pain I went through was unbearable. Why didn't I leave the job? I simply had no money. And there was no chance of me ever getting a better job.

I wiped a stray piece of caramel colored hair behind my ear. Cleaning the quarters was hard work. There was so much to do in so little time. I had already turned down the bed, just the way the lady liked it. Then I had to scrub the floor. Hard. If you couldn't see your reflection, you hadn't worked hard enough. That was the policy. After the scrubbing I had the brushing and the mopping to do. I then had to polish the ornaments and photographs. It was hard and tiring work.

As I walked out the room to the broom cupboard, I was met by the heavenly scent of Maggie's home cooked dinner. She only made it on special occasions. I wondered what was so wonderful about today. Maggie was the cook. She worked in the kitchen all day long and was the closest thing I had to a friend in the house. I could never do her job. Cooking for such ungrateful people must be more tiring than my job.

I grabbed the broomstick and the mob and bucket from the cupboard before returning to the masters quarters. I knew I had to step on it now, she would be back soon. I quickly brushed down the rugs and over the wooden flooring. I made sure to do a good job, but rushing as I did so. I danced around the room, the mop in my hands. I almost slipped a few times as I went back over the wet patches. It was dangerous job, too. Always at risk of health and safety.

After I had brushed and mopped, I grabbed the polish and the duster from the windowsill and began spraying the expensive ornaments on the shelves with white foam. I gently massaged the cleaning product into the cyramix moulds, before wiping off the excess. I grabbed the duster and, whilst keeping my balance on an unsteady chair, dusted the corners of the room where the cobwebs hid from view.

I took a step back to admire my handy work, before getting back down on the floor and collecting all the tools I had used. As I did so there was knock at the door, then, without me saying so, it opened up to reveal a woman in her mid-thirties.

"Court, are you finished cleaning your room, love?" My mother asked. I jumped to my feet, smoothing out the creases in my grey blazer and green capris.

"Just about." I smiled.

A/N: Just a quick one-shot I thought of earlier whilst cleaning my room. I felt like the maid since my step-sister wouldn't help (we share a room!).

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Love, ChloeRhiannonX