Beep! Beep! Beep!*
"Urgh..." I groaned as I pulled my pillow over my face to hide the noise of my alarm clock. I failed miserably.
*Beep! Beep! Beep!*
"URGH!" I violently turned over and pushed the snooze button. "That's better..." I mumbled as I dozed off again. But just as my eyes closed I was awoken to another noise. "OAKWOOD! GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWN HERE, NOW!"
"Urgh..." I groaned, yet again. This is how I wake every morning. First the zooming of cars and trucks, second the beeping of my alarm and lastly the yell of Mr Tripper. Beautiful isn't it? Just how every 18 year-old should be woken up. Well, 19 year-old now. You see, it's my birthday today. Not that Mr Tripper would know. "Coming Sir!" I yelled in reply.
"Don't you yell at me, girlie!" He grumbled.
"Yes Sir, Sorry Sir" I replied once more. I quickly changed and rushed as fast as I could down the wooden staircase. Once I had quickly descended the staircase I was greeted rudely by Mr Tripper and one of his old fisher friends.
"Mr Brunswick and I are heading out for the day. We expect to come back with a fine dinner on the table and you in your room with all your jobs finished." He grouched as Mr Brunswick stood there nodding him on. Mr Brunswick was a short chubby fella who always ate extra when he came over. He had no manners what so ever and always left a mess. Obviously Mr Tripper didn't mind, he always liked to see me suffer. "Yes Sir" I said cautiously, not to provoke him.
Once Mr Tripper and Mr Brunswick had left I went into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal. Or, what was left of the cereal. We couldn't afford much milk so the milk went straight to Mr Tripper and I was left with the water from the river. I poured some water in with my cereal then took it with me and sat down on the cold ground. Mr Tripper was ever so poor so he had only a 3 roomed house. You'd think for such a poor little man he would realise that because he was poor meant that there was more people just like him but no, no he blamed everyone else who had even a penny more than him and treated them like dirt. That's why he stole some jewellery from Mrs Barney. Mrs Barney was a rich snob from England who had a husband and 7 children. She owned hundreds of servants and each one had a certain job. Like, Maggie who was 14 had to make Mrs Barney's bed each morning. And Toby who was 21 had to take on and off Mrs Barney's shoes every time she left or came in the house. Boy, did I feel sorry for them. She even had servants for her children. How selfish is that?! Relying on someone to do all your dirty work. Plus! They don't even get paid! Thinking about all the children who have to work for Mrs Barney was starting to get me even more down so I decided to change my thoughts.
I'm 19 today. What will I do first, as a 19 year-old? Oh wait, never-mind I have a list from Mr Tripper of what to do. Whenever he goes out for the day he leaves me with a list of jobs to be completed by the time he gets back. But when I say a list of jobs I don't just mean a small list with 5 things on it I mean a enormous list with over 50 things to do.
Such as last weeks list...
1. Clean out cupboards
2. Clean out Fridge
3. Sweep front path
4. Sweep back path
5. Clean Mr Tripper's room
6. Clean Mr Tripper's bathroom
Etc... The lists went on forever. Great, so I'd be spending my 19th birthday cleaning Mr Tripper's house. Fantastic. I don't know how life could get any worse.
Hope u liked my first part of Search For Paradise.
I ABSOLUTELY loved writing this book and can't wait 2 see what u guys think!
Bellz xoxo
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