Theo

DISCOVERY

           "Theo, get your ass down here now!" Yelled Mrs. Quick from in the kitchens.

             Quickly springing out of bed my eyes wide open adrenaline pumping though me, my feet landed on the cold ground my covers flying off getting dressed pulling on deer hide pants, shoes, a shirt, and messing with my black bed hair. You never knew what that woman would do to you if you didn't hurry when she called for you. Looking in the broken mirror in the corner of my small room I ran my hands though my black short hair again it being longer on to then the sides. I fixed it to the best of my ability.

             Leaving my room through the wooden door I went down the hallway where I slept with the other slaves going to the kitchen. Already I thought of all the chores I had to do today. My train of thought broke, hearing shrieks coming from down the hallway I took off. Getting there was a whole other story standing shocked in the entrance way.

               The other servants and maids were scurrying about looking for something, but it seemed once they found it they would jump back and scream. Mrs. Quick stood right in the middle of it all. The short gray haired lady kept on screaming at them to catch it before it got away.

              Having no clue as to what was going I stood there watching this chaotic mess appear. Flour everywhere, food being scattered, and everyone freaking out when they got close to catching whatever it may even be that Mrs. Quick had them chasing. It was a sight to be seen.

             Finally being noticed by Mrs. Quick, my mouth opened slightly from the shock my eyes widening. She snapped her fingers the sound piercing through the air as she stood in front of me looking up into my eyes. I shook my head to focus on her before she made me join in that mad chase.

            "What happened in here? Why is everyone running around and shrieking?" I asked. By now everyone had stopped having chased away whatever it was. They all looked at me until Mrs. Quick, Cathy is her name, snapped at them to clean the mess up before the woman of the house came down here and punished us all.

             She looked back at me and replied, "Nothing. It was just a little mouse, but we got it now," turning away from me, she walked back to the ovens on the left side of the entrance checking the food cooking. The kitchens were one of the biggest places on our estate ranging about thirty feet in width and fifty feet in length. Two big marble counters lay in the middle with pots and pans hanging above them. A pantry held all our food, while all the knives and utensils lay in drawers across from the panty. There were multiple entryways into the kitchen to allow more access and better movement for the maids.

              Cathy grabbed a pan of hot cinnamon rolls just finished cooking out of one of the ovens. She took one off and handed it to me. I know what you could be thinking. I'm spoiled by the head maid leading up to me being big. Well I'm not. Being in the slave quarters you aren't fed much, but I do have a defined body from working hard every day on the estate. Receiving a treat like this is rewarding.

              Eating my cinnamon roll, Cathy rattled off my chores for the day. Being a guy I worked mostly outside so it was no surprise that the evil wicked woman of the house, who plans all my chores, would have me cleaning stalls, feeding the horses, working in the fields, washing/feeding the animals, gardening, and then from there inside she has me cleaning floors as well as cooking dinner. Even after all that I have her, my dad's, and my step sister's laundry to do.

               I'm used to it now, though. I've never had much love except from my mom, but that was when I was fourteen and younger. My mom had passed away three days after my fifteenth birthday. I had cried all night and day for two whole weeks. She had taught me how to read, write, fight, and ride a horse. She taught me everything she could. Everyone loved her for her compassion especially the slaves and maids. I even had a friend who was a slave and once everyone had worked hard by the end of the day we all would eat together from the lowest slave up to my father. In the fields, my dad would even work with them sometimes.