{Y/N POV}
Hello, my name is y/n. I'm an ordinary girl living an ordinary life in my million dollar mansion inherited from my two dead parents that died in the fire of our previous billion dollar mansion. Not only have i been struggling financially since my loving parents died, but i now must live with my abusive, alcoholic, druggie, pedo uncle.
Life is hard sometimes. I can even give you an example. When my dead mum was an alive mum she was a druggie so I have been raised on crack. Call me a crack child. When the billion dollar mansion burnt down, all of the good stuff burnt with it. Now I not only am deprived of my precious cocaine, but I have withdrawal symptoms, like: looking like a troll, and an overactive sex drive.
'Y/N!!!!!!' screeches my noncey uncle. His throat is really croaky like a frog. I pretend to not hear him and turn up my music. All you ladies pop yo pussy like this shake your body dont stop- 'GET DOWN HERE Y/N' uncle screams again. I sigh and crouch down to his eye level.
'Ayup love what's the deal my g' I answer politely, and he rudely shouts that he needs some drugs. 'FINE' I shout in his face, suddenly loud for no reason. I pick his tiny 5 foot petite frame up and move him out of the way of the door.
After a brisk walk down the street, I finally find the local drug dealer, Nathanael.
'Ay wagwan my pengting' Nathanael says in a seductive tone.
'Nathanael shut up you're literally 12' I snap, and he goes back to his normal prepubescent squeaky voice.
'I'm not Nathanael I'm Inspectah Peng'
'Didn't ask, give me drugs' I demand, and he takes out a leafy looking concoction wrapped in plastic film. I take it and hand over a couple of quid. Like I said , I'm really struggling financially.
Before Nathanael can get his tiny brain to realise I've shortchanged him, I take off on my unusually large feet. They are so big I get home in 8 seconds, a personal best.
My uncle opens the door and snatches the package from my hand, ripping it open. He excitedly shoves it in his mouth. He's a bit of an amateur druggie, I don't think he gets the concept of joints. Soon after, he spits it out, getting dried leaves all over the custom Coco Chanel carpet.
'Phlhlhplhhphp' he spits, speaking some kind of french I don't know. 'It's morrison's mixed herbs! You have such a tiny brain, y/n'
Ah that little bastard ripped me off again. He's never actually sold me any real drugs, but I'm a very optimistic and forgiving person, so each time I go back hopeful.
I have no time for my uncle and his ungratefulness, so I walk away with the intention of going to bed. Before I make it up the stairs, my uncle hisses, 'ugh you useless fat slaggy bitch'.
I run into my bedroom and shut the door, leaning against it. A single tear poetically rolls down my cheek and I exhale sadly.
Ever since my parents died, I always thought I was alone, with no one to hold.
'But I was always right beside you! This feeling's like no other, I want you to know..'
'I've never had someone that knows me- hey what the fuck Nathanael get out' I question how the little buggar got into my room, and why the hell we are singing high school musical together.
Nathanael leaves sadly and I go back to my crying.
I am so alone, nobody loves me or cares for me.
I miserably get into bed and try to sleep, with the words 'fat slaggy bitch, fat slaggy bitch, fat slaggy bitch' ringing in my head.
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My New Maid
RomanceY/N is your ordinary incredibly average usual teenage normal girl, but what will happen when she finds out that her new maid isn't who she appears to be?
