Im a Nobody

Im A Nobody - Chapter 1

Mitchell's p.o.v

I walked down the servant hall as fast as I could. Lord Micheal wanted to see me... And only me.

Im going to have to admit, I am frightened, only because it is the A.M and this is when Lord Micheal could be cruelest, then again I personally believe he doesn’t like me as much as the other slaves here, well not really, that would be rude to say, he always treats us equally horribly, especially the elder slaves.

He strains us all, its like he wants us to mess up, only so he can beat us--discipline us. Like there is a difference.

Maybe he knows I am homosexual, and have a crush on his only son? No because then he would call me almost immediately--day or night, but I will never know until I see what he needs. Right?

So there I stood before his door, fixing my suit so It did not look as if I had been running, which I was. I ran a hand though my slightly greasy hair, then proceed to knock three times so he knew it was a slave.

His voice thick in disgust as he spoke, "Come in slave."

Following his orders, I took a needed breathing and turned the gold knob. Bowing as I came into view, soon after to my best ability straighten my back, back out I stood straight. "Good day Lord Micheal, you wanted to see me?"

He turned around in his Oak wood hair and looked at me straight in the eyes "Yes, I did." he paused putting his hand on his chin "This Monday I believe, my wife will be hosting a gala in the hall, and I would like it to be cleaned today, then again on Monday. No dust." He said the last part sternly."I will be making an announcement to the rest of you's later today." He ended looking bored.

After a good two minutes of standing there my left leg started to ache.

"Well what are you waiting for?" he slammed his hand on his desk growing impatient and making me jump.

He hadn't dismissed me but he did startle me "I....Uh...You..." I stuttered like a mental child.

"Well?" He questioned getting even more impatient than before.

"Um... Nothing sir, sorry for being a bother." I bowed my head, turning around to leave, opening the door taking two steps forward until he started to speak again.

"And slave," He called.

I turned around, "Yes."

"Go wake up my son William will you?"

My stomach flipped, I nodded, not trusting my own voice to speak. "Good day." I squeaked. Then continued back down the servant hall, going to grab Sir William some breakfast .

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"Were are you going?" Jemmy said, who is another slave employed by the Crescents. She has flaming red hair, which looks darker now because we didn't get our showers yet, with dull green eyes and about 20 years of age. She was of Australian descent.

"Lord Micheal told me to go wake up William." I said trying my best to mask the excitement in my voice, and the smile wanting to creep onto my pale face.

"Oh, well then have fun." she winked.

"Shut up and continue drying." I scolded her playfully, with a soft smile on my face.

Jemmy was one of the only person I have here that matters to me, other than Tammy.  Who is like a mother to me. And of course all the other slaves, but I've loved Jemmy and Tammy a little more than the others not to put any behind. 

Continuing on the task I was given to wake up Sir William, I walked down the servant hall balancing a tray of morning goods in my hands trying my hardest not to spill any of its contents. I stood in front of Williams door, knocking three times, a grunt welcoming me in.