Angelina Rose King woke up to her aunt screeching at her through the door. It was her birthday, June 31st. Reaching up to grasp her forehead, Angelina gasped from the migraine she was suffering from. She had always suffered from headaches, even through her miserable childhood. They never gave her any pain killers, telling her to suck it up. Then, Gabe, the master of the household, would give her a sound beating. It was what she deserved, after all, for bothering them with questions after painkillers, when she was already a drain on their family. They wouldn't care about a few paltry headaches, when she already had a myriad of injuries already. In the same way, Angelina never asked why her last name was different from theirs, fearing what response she would receive. Getting up from her thin cot, Angelina called out,

"Madame Mounter, I will prepare for my lessons shortly. Please let me ready myself."

Receiving a sharp order to hurry, Angelina reached for a brush. She lived in the shed outside of the Mounter's estate. It didn't have electricity, a bathroom, or any amenities that existed inside the house. Standing in front of the cracked mirror that was passed down to her after Willie, the prized son of Gertrude and Gabe Mounter, cracked it in a fit of rage when he saw that he had a spot, she looked at her figure. She had midnight hair, with the slightest blue tinge to it. It was straight, and reached the small of her back. It always drew attention to her, receiving comments on how beautiful it was, and how she managed to keep it in such good condition. Of course, this always drew the ire of Madame, who had mousy, limp brown hair. No matter what the Madame did to it, her hair stayed limp, thin, and discolored. Madame's eyes were a dull blue, and paired with rather unremarkable features, it was astonishing how she had married so well. Nothing against her, but her rather prickly personality didn't endear her to anyone. Angelina's gaze moved toward her pale, pale skin. It had never seen a blemish, whether it was a spot, or a freckle. It often made her seem otherworldly, and not in a good way. She often thought that the pallour was unhealthy, but Madame insisted it was fine, so it must be. Her eyes were an unnatural shade of emerald green. They were startlingly bright, peeking out from under long, coal black lashes. The duchess style of her nose was also considered attractive, but to Angelina, it was just another source of ire delivered to her gift wrapped from Madame. Her perfect, full, lips, which were always a soft pink, were chapped in the cold morning air. Madame wouldn't like that, she thought. Her gaze roamed down her body. The slight swells of her breasts had formed at the early age of ten, and Madame had insisted that she have bras. It would not do that her ward was being mistreated. She had small curves, hinting at the feminine figure that she would one day possess. She was also very thin. Not because of Madame, but because Angelina wasn't often hungry. It was only a few times in a week that Angelina really felt the urge to eat, but Madame forced her to eat at least a little at every meal. NOt for her well being, but for her not to become emaciated.

Pulling the hair into a tight, high ponytail, Angelina set her sights toward her clothing. She would be expected to bring clothes to the house to shower and change into, but also to not disgrace the family by dressing irresponsibly. For the long walk to the manor, Angelina had worn dresses to trek through rain, snow, sleet, and sunshine. All the other times during the day, she wore proper clothes like blouses, skirts, and dresses.

Angelina changed out of her pyjamas - an old t shirt of Willie's, and short shorts. She slipped on the cornflower blue dress that had bleach stains from when a servant had spilled cleaning solution on it. Needless to say, the servant was fired immediately. Gathering up her undergarments, blouse, and skirt, Angelina set off.

Spotting one of her servant friends, she stopped to greet her. The servant's name was Millie, and she had been her only companion in all of the lonely years of her childhood. It had started when Millie's mother had started working at Mounter Manor, and brought Millie with her. Mr and Mrs. Mounter scorned Millie, and it was only Angelina's influence that her mother is still employed there. One of the stipulations was that Millie work part time there. Millie already helped her mother with chores, so it wasn't that much of a change. It just meant that Millie saw Angelina less.

"Hey Millie! How are you?" Angelina's question was genuine. Millie had been her only childhood friend and confidant. She knew all about the beatings, the endless lessons, and the pressure to always be the best.

Millie gave her a bright smile.

"Better now that I've seen you in that dress. Should I get a camera?"

Giving a good natured smile, Angelina chuckled. It was always a source of fun, Angelina's dresses. Both knew it was wrong for Angelina to live in a shed, but neither had come up with the courage to ask for Angelina to live in one of the guest rooms.

"Oh God, no. Please, have mercy on my poor soul. Not the camera!"

Then, Angelina spotted Madame coming down from the house. She looked angry.

"You lazy, horrible girl. You come in and get ready for lessons! Now, chop chop!"

Nodding quickly, Angelina followed Madame into the manor. Stepping through the back door, Angelina stepped into the kitchen. Stepping out of the room appeared a long hallway. The first one was Angelina's bathroom. Closing and locking the door, Angelina relaxed. Taking off all her clothes, she stepped into the water. It was warm, but not hot. Just the way she liked it. Scrubbing her body, Angelina removed all of the sweat and dirt that had accumulated. After applying and rinsing out the shampoo and conditioner, Angelina stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off and got dressed. The dark green blouse tucked into the black skirt, and the low heels worked perfectly with the outfit. She braided her hair into a French braid, as Madame taught her. It was the only way to keep it out of her face.

Pleased with her appearance, Angelina stepped out to breakfast. She always ate alone. Millie was always too busy to eat with her, and no one from the Mounter family had offered. The cook had set out a bowl of porridge with nuts and fruit. It was all she could stomach on days like today, when she had no appetite. Quickly swallowing the food, Angelina barely noticed the taste as it went down her throat.

Angelina hurried off to her first class. Just because it was her birthday, didn't mean that she could slack off her studies. If anything, it was more reason to continue her studies - it was a ticking clock counting down the time she would have before she was married off to some eligible, drooly, pimply young boy she would have to spend her life with. It was the only reason the Mounters would keep her, for their political advantage. They were the owners of a drill company, Grunnings. Not that they actually knew anything about drills, that was what they hired people for.

Angelina groaned. It was the end of the day - the end of classes. It was now time to clean up the shack of a room and call it a night. She made her way back to the shed, barely looking at anyone in the courtyard. Closing the door behind her, Angelina breathed a sigh of relief. She was alone. Making her cot now was rather redundant, but Angelina did it anyway. Looking around at her room, Angelina felt a sense of pride. This was hers and no one could take it from her. Even the chewed up clothes rack and closet grew on her. She had already brushed her teeth in the bathroom at the end of the day, so Angelina changed into pyjamas. She quickly fell into a disturbed sleep. Until she woke up screaming in pain.

Hey guys! Yes, this is my new story that I came up with. This one was brewing about in my head before I decided to publish it. Now, tell me about the story, did you like it? Please comment and review any typos or questions. I will probably send you a reply rather that answer it in the ANs. Unless it is a commonly asked question. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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