The Scared ones,

nanny

How live could have ups and downs, hills and valleys, happiness and sorrows. Yet be so colorful, filled with hopes and memories.

I used to think like that whenever, I was depressed, needed something, anything to hang onto. But in this point of my life, I just can't think about any hope or anything positive. Have nothing to hang onto, really.

Have anyone told you that when alp the doors are closed, one must listen to their hearts and a window of escape, escape to all things good will open. I am about to jump out of that window right now.

No, not really jump, just get out of the car. The car which took me from Demshire station to this hills, filled with tall cone trees and deep lonely forest in the middle of nowhere. Why you may ask, I have reasons.

It's in the late afternoon, yet so dark in these country sides of the England. So odd and creepingly peaceful. I like places like these. Give me some ideas for my books, or book which is waiting to be completed from the last few months. Sometimes we authors are huge species of sloths. All lazy and sleepy. But, life doesn't always likes us so, makes us work harder as well.

That's why, here i am, to work, harder? Maybe. Am I going to enjoy it ? I don't know.

The taxi driver, dropped me in front of a mansion, a brick mansion of some merchant from the nineties, do they even live in this places, still now? No wonder it's a country side.

Ckeaarrk cree

The big oak door open as I pushed it aside. My eyes went like saucers because the place was completely out of some fantasy tale!

It's so magnificent, the interior had furniture of expensive wood and designs from the late centuries, there were vases, letter table, a grandfather's clock, a circular staircase, everything wooden. It's not possible, how in this period people live in places like some merchant from the Bridegeton Era.

The slik cloth coming out of a drawer, caught my attention, such an odd shade. I moved towards it to pluck it, to examine-

'' Hey there !''

I gasped and screamed a bit.

Turned around, to see who was the owner of this feminine squeak, to my surprise it was a woman of my age, or maybe older, looked smiling at me. With kind eyes. She was wearing a deep red gown, which had white cotton flatters around the neck and wrist. Her hair was in a elegant bun and she was, really not looking like someone from the city. This country people do live differently.

'' are you here, for the nanny ?''

She asked and moved around the desk to put the scarf into the drawer. Her movements were so delicate and calm. Where in the contrast I was in pale jeans and a white, kinda lose yet fitted shirt. To look a little invested in the job. Not too flashy.

'' yeah, that would be me. Hi, I am Jessica, Jessica Collins. You can call me Jess. '' I gave her a smile and she smiled in return.

'' hi Jess, I am Catriona Wilson. Come with me, I'll show you around ''

Okay..

We went up the stairs to the first floor where there were several rooms and at the end of the whole corridor was a huge window. Giving veiw of all of the forests.

'' so, as you know, being a nanny, you have to take care of a child, my nephew, make him do his chores, give him lessons, get him ready and also make him go to the bed. He doesn't go to the school, he's a very shy child. But trust me, he's such a good lad. ''

'' oh, okay ''

She went ahead and opened the third door from the corridor, after showing me the guest room. And the wash room. The kitchenet is supposed to be downstairs with the grocery storage.

'' here, this way ''

We went inside the room, which had a open window with its cover removed. Desk with toys and cars, cupboard, maybe for clothes. And a little bed, which had the body of a small boy sitting on it and the woman in front of her, smiled widely at him.

She nudged the boy to look at me and the boy tuned his head towards me-

''NO''