"Ava! Would you polish the silver for when Mr and Mrs Brown arrive!" My strict 'lady' called. I plodded over to the wooden table, two other girls sat there. I plonked on the crooked chair and took a thin plate in my left hand.
I live in, well, hell. Every girl in this house has so much more potential. Our families are poor, and could not afford to keep us, so some 'very kind' masters & mistresses sent us to these houses, one for girls, one for boys. We work all day, in scratchy cotton dresses and worn down boots. Here it is segregated into 3 categories, the brothers look after the boys in the boys house, and the sisters look after the girls in the girls house. The lords run the boys house, and the lady's run the girls house. Then the masters and mistresses own them. And I hate it. This place is full of innocent girls who could have a family, a life, right now. All I know is I'm trapped in this hell. And my family are dead. Every night I pray they had a better life than I and hope to god that some day I will be released from this prison for the innocent. My silver is now polished and I place it down onto the wooden table. I need to get ready for bed, whenever the lords and lady's have guests the senior girls serve, and lay the tables, whilst the juniors go to bed. I'm nearly a senior, I am 17 and have one more year to go.
As I fall asleep that night I pray that I shall get away from this nightmare like I do every night, but somehow, tonight, my wish seemed more powerful ...
Hello! I realize that this story is not as long, but I hope that you enjoy it! Do you think Ava will get out? Answer below xo
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The jungle.
AdventureThick canopies of leaves fill the sky and the smell of woodsmoke lingers in the musky air. You come and don't go back. It's the only home I know of ...
