Crazy Mazy

Chapter 1

Have you ever wondered what it was like to live in a mansion? Out in the middle of nowhere? With no townspeople nearby, or a way for anyone to bother you as you live on your own in your own little world? Having the luxury to own something so beautiful. To get away from the world and chaos that other people cause?

I wish that a bunch of times. Just to sit at home, looking pretty and having all the money in the world and to worry about nothing. I might be a bit crazy thinking like that, but I just wish to have that life. You know? The rich life.

Unfortunately, I don't have that luxury or that kind of money to get myself to that point. I am a regular girl, living in a regular world. Basic and boring. How pathetic. I should be living in that world. With the money, the house, and the freedom. But no, someone out there has given me the basic boring life with no money and no freedom.

"Mazy, get back to work!" I turn my head and see Abby behind me. The look on her face wasn't pleasant. "Quit daydreaming again. You have to finish cleaning the living space before Mr. King gets back from his meeting." Abby turns and heads out of the master bedroom.

I hate my life.

I gather the cleaning supplies that I had set down on the dresser and I take one good look out the large window in front of me. A huge yard, with a large patio surrounding a pool and a hot tub. The rich life. It was right in front of me. Oh how I would love to dip my toe in that pool and relax. But no. I have to finish my job.

I leave the master bedroom and I head down the hall to the spiral staircase. I go down, making sure I don't drop any of the cleaning supplies. I stop at the bottom of the stairs and I look up. You would never believe how big the entrance is in this mansion. Big. That's all. The ceiling was maybe 3 stories high and there is this diamond shaped chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling. Long windows surrounding the main door. The floor was a sparkling white marble tile, and the walls were a baby blue color. The room was bright and well decorated.

Having to work for Mr. King is one way of getting to see the rich life but not being able to live in the rich life. I wouldn't consider myself the maid, more like one of the cleaning ladies when he goes on trips or meetings outside of the area. I get paid well, but not enough to make it very far.

"Mazy!" Abby yells my name from the living space. I quickly rush over there and set the cleaning supplies on the coffee table. "I'm so sorry." I apologize quickly. I can't mess up again. "I need you to clean the living space and the guest bathrooms for the rest of the night. Mr. King called and said he would be back later tonight. He said that he had one more meeting before he's able to come back home. I want you to wait here until he comes back so he can give you your check for the week. After that you can go home." I nod my head at her. "I am going home now, my daughter just got out of work and she's here to pick me up. Will you be able to get everything done before he gets back?"

I take a look at the living space and I nod my head, "I'll make sure that everything is spotless. Don't worry, I got this. Go home." Abby smiles softly at me, "don't daydream too much. I know this place is huge and beautiful, but also don't mess with anything. Good luck." Abby grabs her bag and leaves the room. I waited until I heard the main door close and that was my queue to plop down on the couch.

So exhausted. It's 6:30 in the evening and I've been cleaning since 2. I need a small break after having a small break in the master bedroom.

I look straight ahead at more tall windows. The living space was a decent size. There are 3 brown leather couches surrounding one coffee table. The rug on the floor fits perfectly in the middle; a floral pattern that you usually see at your grandparents house. The walls were a yellow cream color, to make the room inviting when you enter into. There was a fireplace on the left wall; red natural bricks. The room was put together with a certain theme. Homey. It was my favorite spot in the mansion. It had a nice view.

Anything with a nice view is my favorite spot. Being able to look out and see acres of land with trees, bushes, flowers, and a garden. I just love it here.

If I was living here, I wouldn't ever want to leave. Unless I did what Mr. King does for a living. He's in charge of some company that Abby wouldn't let me know. She said I have to be working for him at least a year in order to get his personal information. He has trust issues I think. I mean, I'd be the same way if I was living his life. Who can you trust nowadays? In this crazy world full of crazy people.

I've been working for Mr. King for 6 months now. And he only has hired two cleaning ladies for his 3 story mansion. Not many ladies to clean in so little time with his trips. Abby has been working for him for 10 years. And she's trained several girls before I joined. But all the other girls didn't last for 3 months. I'm here for the views and the rich lifestyle. I want this lifestyle. It's my dream.

But the question is..how? How am I going to let my dream come true? I'm 24 years old. I share an apartment with another female. Rent is too high when living alone, so having a roommate saved me from being in debt. I have to drive an hour away to come clean Mr. King's mansion. I never got a college degree, didn't want to go to college. My parents weren't happy with my choices but I didn't want to spend another 4 years of torture. School wasn't my thing. My family live in another state and I have no friends. It's just me.

I can barely afford food, rent money is what my paycheck covers. I'm broke all the time. Gas money? I try not to waste my gas. I take the long detour here instead of taking the highway which is 30 minutes faster. I have a small tv to entertain myself in my room and then there's my phone. Cheap. Nothing too expensive. I never had a relationships that lasted longer than a month. My life is literally shit. It's terrible. Why would anyone want to know what happens in my life?

Like I had said before; I'm a boring girl in a boring world.