The sun blazing up my back, it was September, and it still felt like August. "Why are we going to this auction anyways, it's not like we need someone's unused junk." my twin brother Kyle retorts to our mom. I couldn't be honest with them, these weekly auction things that she took us too, were useless. I get that we didn't have enough financial work, to buy something of the essence, but going to auctions. That just raises it to a new-found level. "Kyle, you know that we don't have the money to be spending on something useless. We could be making money, by resorting to selling some of that old crap in your closet, you never use anymore..." she says not taking her eyes off the old burned down sign at the end of the road.
"Whatever..." he remarks.
Kyle and I were twins, and as much as he was outgoing; I was the opposite. I hated people, I liked to be alone, and my only friend was Penny Carter, but then she moved to Wisconsin for her Grandpa George. I understood what Kyle was trying to put through, I get that we barely had a house, our car got towed, and the fact that I slept on a mattress didn't help anything, but I understood that I was fortunate.
We had just arrived at the auction house when my mom found a nice seat by the window, it had a fortunate breeze. Being in the quite sum of summer, it was dreary here in Idaho.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, I am glad you all could make it-" the announcer proposes, before I drift off, trying to stop listening. I merely stare at Kyle, with his old pacman virtual game (that of which our mom also bought at one of these auctions).
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"Thankfully," I mumble, barely supporting my eyelids to stay open. It was nearing 7 pm, and we had literally been stabling this auction since 4 pm. It was finally over. Unfortunately, my mother only got out of the deal with a used toaster and coffee pot; I didn't think it was a decent deal at all.
"Um, hi..." I hear an unfamiliar, English, accent call to my mom. Kyle oddly eyed the guy, he seemed about 5'8 or so, and he had a strange uplift to his hair. His eyes were blue-green. "Kyle take Grace and wait for me outside," she points to a spot by a willow tree before Kyle taking off, and me following him.
"What do you think that dude wants?" Kyle questions, poking my shoulder, grazing my view from the guy to Kyle.
I shrug. "I don't know. He looks about twenty, so maybe he wanted the toaster..." I stutter. Kyle rolls his eyes. But I was being as serious as all get out.
"I dunno Grace, he might be your future boyfriend." he says making a mocking tone. I sigh, "You're a nit wit." I smirk. I watch as my mom shakes the young man's hand, and paces over to us, smiling as wide as she could.
"Grace pack your bags, you're moving to England, with this fine gentleman." She scours out of breath. My eyes widen, "What!" me and Kyle both exclaim at the same time, I couldn't phrase myself.
"This young gentleman, auctioned you off, you're going to be the house maid for him and his roommates." she says shuffling around in her purse.
"How much he pay you?" Kyle whimpered.
"3 grand."
"3,000 dollars!" I exclaim.
"Why exactly do you want me!" I say yelling at him, like he was the culprit.
"Well, back home me and the boys need a companion and a maid. Besides your mum sure does look like she would need some money to spare, and we made an offer. It won't be like you won't be able to see them again, it's a maid-ship."
"What if I don't want to be a maid..." I shriek, "I don't want to go to England! That's too posh and pitty. I want to stay here in Idaho, you can't just let this fool come up and buy me off. For merely 3 grand.." I yell.
