I sat alone in the fields crying till I ran out of tears. He had left me for some stupid rich girl from England because she was pretty and rich. He knew she was a spoiled brat who laughs at any girl with a lesser status, who teases the hungry by eating her expense foods from a window above their ally were the beg for mere grains of rice, I have seen her hit and abuse her servants for petty reasons, and puts on that bright cheery smile for the rest of the world to see. That's what I hate the most, when she was homelike this summer she would complain, screech and yell over the littlest things but in public she'd act like she was humble giving to the poor only to be seen as nice. Sadly, she was the best of her family. Her father, brothers, and uncles would all act the same as her only worse but still keeping their McMillan charm to everyone else.
I only know this because I was one their many servants in their Austria-Hungary home. When they weren't around it was fun we all played in the manor till we got word of a visit. Then we would quickly clean and prepare for the abuse they always brought. I was use to this cycle for ever since I was 5 it was my life. I can't remember any other way of life except a few short memories. I had many friends in the manor one of the best was Scott he was and orphan like me we were as close as to friends could be and I loved him dearly and put all my hopes and dreams into him. Everything in my life seemed not perfect but balanced the good made up for the bad, and the bad for the good with a little good extra. All of this changed the summer when I turned twelve. When George Freelance dies and left all of his many to a single child of his. One which no one knew he had.