Rebecca's beautiful skirts whispered as she walked across the floor. Though many would have given anything to be clad in them, Rebecca hated them. She'd never wear skirts if ever she got the - but women didn't have a choice in this day and age, trousers were for men and that's just the way that it is.
She'd wandered to the back of the house where the servant's quarters were, drawn by the quiet sobs of a maid - they may have been quiet, but in the empty house, she might as well have been wailing as loud as she could. She fought her way up a stairway that was never designed to accomodate skirts as volumous as hers and noted with dismay just how dirty and cramped this part of the house was. Higher she climbed until a door blocked her path, she opened the door to find a breathtaking beauty half clad in maid's clothing with tears down her face.
Quickly taking in the , she noted that it was little more than a cubby and had 3 crammed in it at that. She picked her way around them and placed her arms comfortingly around the maid's thin shoulders. The maid was little more than a child and leaned right into her embrace
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Plots I'm unsure about
Teen FictionAs the name suggests, these aren't complete stories. They are merely story ideas for you to look through and tell me which ones you'd like to read more of - and I will explore them and see where they lead us to.
