Maid For Styles

Chapter 1, Job After Job

Hello My....I'm really trying to think up a name for you, but I'm just not sure I'll be trying different ones.......hmmmmm. Hello My Cookies...What do you think? I like cookies, anywhoo, I have unfortunately delayed my story "Count On Me" I am sorry to all my reads who wanted me to continue but I have lost my mojo to continue on with writing it, all ideas have fallen through and I have no idea where to go with it, I will continue with the story when I get a good idea, but I had this brilliant idea for this story "Maid For Styles" I really hope you enjoy it, and I'm sure you will maybe understand the title of the story soon. There is a picture to the side of Valerie Stone. Anywhoo I will leave you to reading my story and many thanks to Musicgirl, for her help and support! Also please, VOTE, FOLLOW AND COMMENT, I really would like it if you commented and told me what you thought. Sorry it's not the best but I know it will get better more discriptive. Okay talk to you all later!

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"YOU'RE FIRED" He screamed. The words ran through my mind every time I sat down to find a new job. Over two months ago I was fired from my job as a maid for a rich rotten man who was famous for his judgmental ways and loud booming voice, for his arrogant personality and for being the best in his business of managing big companies. His name George Cuffer, I had been working for him for the past 2 years, he had given a one chance to do things right, after I blew it the first time I learnt not to be slack with my cleaning, but this one day I woke up feeling tired and just plain not in the mood so I was a bit slack that day and well it didn't end well. So now here I am sitting at my one person table looking through a newspaper to find my self a new maiding job. Who am I? My name is Valerie Stone.

I didn't ever want to be a maid, I remember when I was 15 I had a wonderful life, where did that all go? Well I'll get to that later. I continued reading through the paper and found one that might work, it read "In need of house cleaner, if capable come to 490 Samson Rd." I stood from my chair grabbed the newspaper and started walking towards Samson Rd.

I knocked on the door of the two story house, I heard the distinct sound of feet scuffing, before the door of the house was pulled open, there stood a short dumpy older women. "Can I help you, dear?" she asked, "Well I was reading in the newspaper that there was an opening for a maid here" "I'm sorry, dear job has already been filled" I nodded my head before turning around and walking away, I heard the sound of the door closing, and started walking down the street. I sat down on a bench in the middle of London, I looked down at the newspaper I was holding in my hand, and there was nothing. I screwed up the newspaper and stood from my seat, and walked to the park throwing the newspaper in the trash.

For the past two months I have gone to many different places looking for jobs, I'm up to 10, being turned down everytime. I started heading home giving up on my adventure for today and hoping that tomorrow something in this gastly world, would change my current living conditions.