Shoot For The Stars
Could This Work?
After the Fanelian outbreaks I started looking for work in any upper class home. I wanted to make it the top myself, but I didn't have to start at the very bottom. I had a choice between a woman who wanted an attendant or assistant, and a man who need wanted a helper. I chose the woman. Her name was Merle, she was very short, shorter than myself even. Merle's hair was a pinkish red colour, and her eyes were big and bright like a child's. She looked about 5 years older than me.
"My name is Hitomi Kan - " I caught my tongue abruptly. Seeing this as a cough, Merle ordered some water from one of her maids. Luckily she didn't catch my whole name, that wouldn't help me.
"You were saying?" Merle asked me after I took a few polite sips of the cool liquid.
"Yes, my name is Hitomi Kan. I'm here to apply for the position as assistant."
"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Kan, that position has already been filled." Merle answered sweetly.
"Really? Oh."
"My brother Van Fanel needs a helper though, you could go to him. I'm sure he'd be willing to give you the job. I'll send a messenger if you would like." It was sweet of her to help me, but a Fanel? How on earth could this young woman belong to that awful family that had ripped so many people off for their money and land?
But it was my only opportunity, my only chance. So I agreed to Merle's kind offer.
As I walked up to the huge house that seemed untouched by last month's rage, I suddenly felt self-conscious. I had only met Van Fanel once, when we were younger. He's only a few years younger than me. It was at a social for the beginning of Summer, about, hmm, five years ago. Summer used to be important in Fanelia, now all that matters is the money, the pain, the people. Van Fanel has reddish-brown eyes, and messy brown hair, even at the party his hair was messy. His parents made a fuss over it all the time or so I heard. I even had to dance with him, he's so full of himself. He thinks he owns the world, or at least that he should. Bah!
I reached the doors, and told the guards that I was there to meet with Van Fanel about the position as a servant. Then they told me the news that Van Fanel was only looking for male helpers, that the previous women helpers had ogled over him and couldn't do their work.
"Ogled over Mr. Fanel? Hah! That's hilarious, have they ever had to talk to him? To really bear his company? I doubt it." I said.
"Miss, it doesn't matter, he's said no ladies are to be allowed into this house. He wants male servants and that's all." The taller of the two guards replied.
"Oh, has anybody else applied yet?"
"No." Said the shorter guard with a faint mustache.
"What if nobody does?" I asked.
"Then miss, I don't know what he'll do."
"I see, okay, thank you anyway."
Walking away I remember my father's old cloak and worker's shirt that were still in my small trunk. I guess it could work...