Emily Watts

Chapter one

Emily's POV: It was an early morning, and I woke up to the sound of water dripping into the pots filling below. Sighing I get up out of bed, I put on my handmaid dress made out of cotton. But at the end of the day, I'll have to stitch it up once again. I walk downstairs to my mother who was making breakfast, "More bread for breakfast today, Mother?" I said with a smile that can brighten anyone's day even in their darkest of moods. My mother looked at me she looked like She hasn't slept in weeks. Plus she looked Weak, But she put on her best face for me. though t I can see throw that face.

" Yes, I'm. Afraid so darling that's all. I could afford to get at the market" said my mother as u can hear the trembling in her voice. "I see well I'm just happy we have food... I wish papa was here with us through... " I said sadly thinking about my papa who died from the plague. One of the first people to die from it...

I smile and take my plate of bread and butter it was a strawberry butter my mother made. Yea we may be poor, but my mother can make anything taste good. I would say she's a goddess with food if I do say so myself
"Thank u, mother, for this food," I said as I eat and it made my mother smile.

A few hours later...

My and mother were walking down the muddy path because it rained that night, and the air didn't smell Fresh air Smelt at. more like the smell of a rotting corpse. Bec people were dying or dead, "These poor People. May their souls rest in peace without war," my mother said as we put Poppy's on top. Of the dead people as paying our respects to the ones who are gone. I just say it's to make the place smell. Be there but still, it was. Kinda nice to do. This is as she. We walk. Down. I bummed. Into a middle-class boy who was 6"2 and he wore nicer clothing and was a bit cleaner, "I'm sorry Ms for bumming into u" said the man as he looked at me. He was only a year older than me. At the looks. Of it. I sigh "it's ok just watch where you are going please" I said in a kind tone. "Of course, Ms, my name like what's your name?" Said the young boy looking down at me. "My name is Emily, and this is my mother we pay our respects to. Those who are dead" I said with a smile kind of surprised that someone from the upper class talked to me. But why?

Luke POV:I was dragging my feet as I go down the muddy road, Not minding my business and I bummed into this girl she was very pretty as she Heald some Poppy I didn't know what to say but I Apologized for my mistake she was a lower-class girl name Emily she didn't act like a lower class always sad and tired... No, she was happier and more positive but why?.. I don't know but I went home thinking about the girl I ran into that day, and I couldn't get her off my mind. "Luke I must go out to help. The fight I have no choice" yelled a voice from the other room it was more of a rougher tone, but it was kind as well. "Alright, father," I said to the man as he was packing when I looked in. "Get some rest father you need the rest," I said trying to hide the fact I'd miss the old man but he always came home.

I went to my room and slept through the rest of the night.