Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
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For almost two weeks, I continued with my cleaning assignments, more careful as always to not make any more mistakes, and while I also made sure to clean Mr. Calloway's room around noon, every day. As well as, all of my scars, and injuries healed as time passed.
And in that time, every single day, I saw the same ginger headed woman, lingering whenever she can, and because of Ange I constantly remember that her name is Grace.
She always cleans near me, yet I don't know why she purposely does the same tasks as me when she has her own tasks. I don't understand Grace completely. She tries to talk to me when we are supposed to be focusing on our work. I never talk to her, but she still tries to converse with me, and I still pick up on all of her insidious words. Her actions are extremely passive aggressive and she throws micro aggressions every chance that she gets.
There are rules that we can't disturb or talk to other servants as they work, and she still violates curfew by wandering the halls at night. I noticed that the reason that she hasn't been caught is because when she sees someone coming, she ducks into a bedroom. She persistently breaks the rules, despite what she's been told.
I attempted to make sense of her, but my opinion of her started to overpower me, despite trying to understand, 'I don't like her. She makes my skin crawl...And I can't do anything about it, without resorting to violence, and I really want to. I don't like being mean, and I don't like to hurt others, but she makes me so mad.'
Yet, during these weeks, Olson, the young curly headed boy would pass me as he wanders the halls in the manor, and my mind always recalls Ange's warning to not engage with him, even if I really wanted to get to know him because I love kids. But sadly I always continue to work as he approaches. The boy would look at me because he remembers when I distracted his father, but he would resume in walking to his destination.
I noticed that he seemed like a regular boy. I'd like to believe that he's just misunderstood and has energy to expend just like any other kid.
I don't understand why Mr. Calloway is so cruel and unloving towards the boy. I have a strong feeling that he's the reason that his own son rarely leaves his room.
I took notice to how Mr. Calloway would come back from work stressed and angry. He would take it out on servants even if they did a good job. In result, I made myself scarce while he was in these moods. I cleaned quickly, and quietly, not wanting to encounter him.
