I felt depressed for the rest of the week. Luckily Emily was not strong on keeping her word, and out of habit threw her scraps at me, but a bit harder than usual. I smiled at this. She had a soft spot in her. I had some extra time to myself though. It turns out Emily wasn't as smart as i thought. She had forgotten that my only friends had died, so thought i still had to clean and feed the horses.
I sat in the stables reading. Well trying to. Whilst i cleaned the library earlier on i found some books. They wouldn't notice. They don't read much. I sat on a hay bale trying to figure out the book.It had a green hard cover with a picture of a small girl sitting in the corner of a huge empty room. I couldn't read. I was uneducated. I knew several words, but nothing more. The book was more like a journal. Luckily it had sketches for each chapter, so i could get an idea of what was going on. The girl had been kidnapped and kept in a room with only one window. The girl was being poisoned and tries to escape. She meets a rich family and stays with them. But the Kidnapper was still searching for her. It was quite interesting, yet sad, tragic. I looked up. The sun was setting. I had to start dinner. I was hungry anyway, and felt like something to eat. Something nice. Even though i would only be eating the scraps of it, i could still take in the smell and scab a small amount before i gave it to the Montine's.
For some reason I was in a better mood whilst making dinner. I imagined i was a rich girl like the ones in my book. I danced whilst i cooked and sung whilst i sliced. Even when Miss Montine scolded me for it i still managed to smile and sing to myself quietly.
That night i hid my book under my dress and waited for Emily and Trisha to dismiss me from my duties and go to sleep.
"Goodnight slave," They both said to me .
"Goodnight Emily. Goodnight Trisha," I said to them as they locked my cell. When they where gone i slipped my book from under my dress into my hand and continued where i left off. This book was my only source of happiness. My own slice of happiness.
