HEYA!!!!!!! This is a story that I am writing without ~WinterDoe~
It's about a girl that lives in the victorian times and has a bond with a little dog (more mini than miniature).She's a dachshund and loves Hope (main character) . SAD ENDING :'(
So here's the first chapter.
STORY = 10+
CHARACTERS :
Hope : Main
Brownie : Dachshund dog
Mistress : House owner
CHAPTER ONE : Me.
Another day in this dark, damp world. I can't bear this. I've been feeling extremely ill, and to top that off, my parents died of a who-knows-what disease. I loved them so much! People don't care about us poor ones. I spend all my free-time daydreaming, thinking how it must be to be someone wealthy. Maybe my mother and father wouldn't have of died. And with this, I started crying. Teardrops rolled down my cheeks, and so I got my handkerchief. Brownie came and licked my teardrops off, too. I laughed a little, and buried my face into her soft coat. It was a bit dirty, but I didn't mind and never have. I wish I could spend my whole life, every second in comfort with her. She's the only one I have left.
"Hope!" A miserable voice shouted. "Come here, you lazy cow!"
I put Brownie in her usual hiding spot, got up, and walked to her room. The voice was my mistress, Elizabeth.
"Where is my breakfast?" She asked, with a grumpy face
Silence.
"I will repeat."She had an even grumpier face. "WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST?!"
"O-on th-the way, mistress"
As you might have guessed, I am a maid. Of course I don't particularly like it. But I got a little room and some food and about a pence a month. It was a great offer. But my mistress is an old hag. Though her grandmother, who comes every weekend, is extraordinarily sweet. I have no idea how they're related.
So i got my mistress her breakfast and cleaned the kitchen.
I am twelve, which means I have to look after the younger maids, along with my friends. They love Brownie, too. During our free time playing with her. I know that my friends won't tell mistress about Brownie, as I know many of their secrets.
I was daydreaming, again. When i got out of my trance, I found paw prints on the floor! OH NO!
OMG!! °A°
Stay tuned, I know this chapters short, but it's exciting!
What will happen next?
27/03/13 UPDATE:
So.. this isn't very popular.. BUT I'M NOT SURPRISED/DISAPPOINTED AT ALL!!
I'm boring aren't I?
Oh well~
STOREY TIMEEZZZZ ;
CHAPTER 2 : Phew
CHARACTERS :
Hope : Main
Brownie : Dog
Mistress : House Owner
Lunar-Yenn : Best Friend / BFF / SBBFFL (super best bestest friend for life)
RECAP : "Hope!" A miserable voice shouted. | As you might have guessed, I am a maid. | I was daydreaming, again. When i got out of my trance, I found paw prints on the floor! OH NO!
START :
"This is bad, this is very bad!!!" I thought.
You see, Mistress doesn't really like animals - at all. I know this because once I had a pet guinea pig. Cruelly, Mistress took Mr. Guinea and a knife. Head. Thats as much as I'm going to say, because boy was it nasty. But all I know was that on the floor was a pool of blood and a head. A guinea pig head. I had cried so much, but I can't afford to lose Brownie. She gives me confidence, and keeps me going. Without her, I'd be dead by now. Back to reality.
"Lunar!" I yelled. "HAVE YOU SEEN BROWNIE?!"
She saw my worried look and disappointedly said "I'm SO sorry. But I haven't."
I told her it's not her fault and she shouldn't be disappointed, and she told me she'll help me look.
We followed the trail of paw prints on the red and green carpet.
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"AHH!" Shrieked a voice in terror. "CAT! CAT!"
Straight away I knew it was Mistress. I thought she'd misunderstood and thought Brownie was a cat. But I was wrong. I went to Mistress's room and found a cat in the middle of it. Mistress hates cats most of all.
"YOU TWO!" She screamed at me and Lunar. "ONE OF YOU CLEAN UP THE PAW PRINTS, THE OTHER KILL THE CAT."
We smiled as we were relieved it wasn't Brownie.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SMILING ABOUT, CLEAN THIS MESS! OR YOU WILL NEVER WORK HERE AGAIN!"
As soon as she said that, we got to work. I cleaned the paw-print-full floor, and Lunar-Yenn freed the cat instead of killing it, because she loves cats.
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END OF CHAPTER.
