Some life for a princess hey?
Chapter number 1. Welcome to my hell.
This story is set a bit over three years into the future (Slave laws were never put in place in this story).
Martha cleared up the last of the plates from the empty tables on the large room, it was the end of the same routine that her and the rest of the slaves she lived with had to go through every day, another wedding reception, another crowd of people enjoying life the way it was supposed to be. She could of lived like that, but one mistake had changed that, one mistake that she would never forgive herself for. She had just been so scared, so scared of the truth, so she ran, ran away form her home, her friends, her family and her boyfriend, and before she knew it she was lost and poor living on the streets, her foster parents had always told her that she was a princess and should be treated like one, but how was she supposed to be a princess living on the streets. She lived among other homeless people with stories of their own to tell, some had gotten pregnant and kicked out of home others were on the run from ether the police or over protective parents. One story Martha would never forget was the one of a little girl who's mother had died when she was three and her father neglect her, he never did anything for her and left her at home by herself most of the time. Martha wasn't coping well on the streets, she was a though girl, but just living every day of this hard life was a struggle, that's when Sasha took her in on the condition that if she wanted a place to stay and enough food to live she would have to work as a slave in her catering business.
Martha's first day there was a struggle, being the new one among the other slaves ment that people were watching her and wondering what she did to get there, but even she had to admit it was better than living out on the streets, here she had a mattress to sleep on, even though it was in a room crowded with the mattresses of the other women she lived with. The showers were cold with not even a drop of hot water, but it was the first shower she had had since she ran away so she didn't mind the temperature.
"Ok girls we need to get a move on" Sasha instructed loudly "it's eight thirty already and I want you all to get a early night, we've got and very important weeding reception here tomorrow and I don't want everyone to be awake and aware of what they're doing, ok. And that means no stuff ups" she added looking directly at Yasmin who had accidentally spilled champagne on one of the brides maids dresses that day "Is that clear?"
"Yes" most of the room replied in unison.
"Martha I want you on dish wash" Sasha told her when she saw her at the kitchen door with a pile of plates.
"Ok" she answered without complaining.
"So your stuck doing dishes with me" one of Martha's good friends Rose said taking another dirty plate and beginning to wash it.
"Yeap" Martha replied "So why do you think Sasha's so fussed over tomorrow's wedding reception?"
"Don't know, probably just someone with a lot of money who can put anyone out of business if something goes wrong. But I just hope nothing goes wrong, I've never seen Sasha so stressing over a reception to the extent that she tells us to get to bed early".
"I have, I thought you would remember Rose" Emma butted in from the other side of the room, holding a tea towel in her hand. "Remember that time when the daughter of bill gates had her wedding here and one of the others knocked a bowl of chocolate cake onto the Mother of the bride and the icing was allover her skirt".
"Oh yeah, how could I forget that, Sasha was so paranoid after that, she was lucky to still have a business".
"Really, when did that happen?" Martha asked.
"It was just over three years ago, about a month before you got here" Rose told her.
"And trust me, your lucky you weren't here when it happened" Emma added.
"Ok I'll take your word for it then" Martha replied grabbing another plate to wash.
After all the dishes were done it was nine thirty and everyone was getting into bed. "Night Martha" Rose said from the bed beside hers.
"Night rose". When the light had been turned off Martha began to dose off into a deep sleep, she didn't have dreams very often, but tonight she did.
DREAM
Martha first saw Jack standing in front of her, his face looked at her warmly offering comfort "Why did you leave Martha?" Then she saw a flash back of Sasha: "Ok girls we need to get a move on" Sasha instructed loudly "it's eight thirty already and I want you all to get a early night, we've got and very important weeding reception here tomorrow and I don't want everyone to be awake and aware of what they're doing, ok. And that means no stuff ups". Then she saw a wedding bell ringing it's steady strong sound which continued as she saw a million dollar check on a wooden desk.
END OF DREAM
Martha woke up in a shock and sat up panicking. "What was that supposed to mean?" she whispered to herself as she began to catch up on her breath.
Next time:
Why did Martha leave summer bay?
What is her dream supposed to mean?
Pleas tell me what you think.