Maid For Styles

Chapter 2, Will it work out?

Hello My Kitty's, I like kitty's, so what do you think so far? is it intriguing? I hope so! So how have you been, I hope you are all well and loving my story. So I have decided I will post 1 chapter once a week, on Saturday....I know it is Friday or whatever day it is for you but for me it is Saturday, so every Saturday I will try and post...if not Saturday Sunday, if not Sunday...I will let you all know when by a status or I will comment on the last chapter saying when, that will usually only happen if I am busy with school work and so on, which hopefully I will know previously about and be able to warn you when that will happen! I have used the same photo as last time, so no exciting photo's sorry, but next chapter.....there will be a nice image I'm sure! :) Okay so I hope you like my story, that's about it for me, so I guess until next week, Follow Vote and Comment.
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Valerie's POV

I opened my eyes, and blinked quite a few times adjusting to the bright sun seeping in through the torn curtain. I pulled back the covers and hopped out of bed, stretching my arms above my head, I stumbled over to my mirror and glanced at myself, I wasn't the most atrocious looking person in the world, but after 3 years of being unable to take good care of myself, it started to take it's toll on my looks, at least my eyes where still the pretty green they had always been, they weren't a bright green not an emerald colour more like a hazel green, but the bags under my eyes...well lets not go there. My lips still that light pink colour and my teeth still straight and white, but my poor hair had turned frizzy and wild, it use to just be curls and smooth now....well not so much. I was a very healthy looking person 3 years ago, having a good figure, now I was pretty much skin and bones, I freeze to death half the year round with no meat on me and my blankets rubbish there isn't much warmth in my little well house, not even really a house it's that small. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and change it all around prevent the past, but even if I did go back in time nothing would change. I still couldn't prevent the inevitable. The heart shattering memories engulfing my mind, leaving me numb and tired.

I got to my bag of clothes I had taken from my last maiding job and pulled out my black denim high-waisted shorts and loose fitting white shirt with black canvas shoes, pretty plan I know but you must remember I am poor. I walked into my kitchen and looked through what little food I had, what should I have bread and butter...or bread and butter? Bread and butter it is. I pulled out my only plate which happens to have a giant chip in it, I buttered my bread and started eating, I was gonna have to get some more butter and bread before I ran out, and had nothing to eat. For the past month it had been rough I had finally run down to little money not having an income and all, I wondered if I would even have enough to get some bread and butter, I looked in my container which held my money to find I would have just enough, and I mean scraping the bottom of the barrel enough. I really needed to get a new job and as soon as possible. I stood up from my seat and walked to the front door, I pulled the door open as the door creaked as per-usual, it was a bit creepy but I guess it was a good burglar alarm not that anybody would bother stealing something from my torn up house. I picked up the newspaper hoping this time I would find a job and would be able to keep it.

After searching for about an hour I found what I was looking for "Need Maid! Come to 489 Summer-Land Way" I rose from my seat, grabbed my keys headed out the squeaky door and locked it. Walking down the streets of London, thoughts wondered into my mind, what would I do if I didn't get this job? Would I go hungry? Would I have to live on the streets? What would become of my already awful life? I don't want to die alone, I don't want to die the way my life is now, I don't want to die sad.  I stood still for a moment trying to regaining composure making sure to tell myself it was going to be okay and I would find a way, trying to stop the up coming panic attack, knowing exactly what the feeling of a panic attack was like, seeming like there is no possible way out of the awful situation, feeling crowded, suffocating, feeling tears brim in your eyes because you can't seem to solve the problem, not knowing how to fix it, your heart racing, palms clammy, nauseous, unable to breath, feeling like the only thing you can do is fall to pieces on the ground curled into a little ball, feeling like your a piece of glass that has fallen to the ground, and smashed into a million pieces, no way of fixing it.  I knew this feeling so well,  ever since I was a little child I was known for my panic attacks for my moments of complete stress, every time I have to stop and take deep breaths and know that no matter what it will always turn out right. I stood there taking deep breaths, stopping my mind from wondering into that dark scary corner of the unknown, wondering into the part where I lose it and can't regain my own mind, where I need a strong person to tell me what to do. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes and slowly counted 1....2....3......4.....5....6...7.....8.....9.....10 breathing a nice strong breath and the strong feelings washing from me and slowly regaining my composure. I often prefer silence to some of the thoughts that run through my mind, I prefer a blank mind then thoughts I wish never existed. Finally gaining my composure, I continued walking.

After walking for about an hour or 2 I arrived at 489 Summer-Land Way, well it;s not like I have enough money for a Taxi.  I looked at the huge black gates leading to a mansion, dare I say bigger than my last maiding job, yep definitely bigger. Beside the gate on the brick post was a buzzer, I pushed the button and a voice was heard a minute later. "Can I help you?" Sounded a gentle woman's voice, "Um yes hi, I am here because I heard you where looking for a maid and I wanted to know if it was still available" "Oh yes Dear, I will let you in, hold on" The gates soon opened and I walked in, nerves started to build up again, man I hate being the nervous person, I wish I was just confident and was able to think I could conquer anything, truth is, I am one of those people that never shows you how nervous I get, I will never show you how much I doubt myself, well at least I try not to show you.....doesn't work very often. Looking around whoever owned this place was definitely rich, I'm surprised they don't have golden gates too. Maybe they know how to use money better than Mr Cuffer, HA who am I kidding all rich people waste money, simply because they have money to waste, I mean hell if I was rich I would waste it to. I like to think I would give some to the poor as well, I mean knowing what it's like to be poor I wish I could help. I continued to walk up the long white stoned drive way, man I can just imagine what the inside of the beautiful house looks like, I don't think working here will be to bad, living a somewhat life of luxury not that you can consider cleaning a house a life of luxury but living in house that is built for royalty well I call that luxury. Finally making it to the house, yep definitely one BIG house.

I knocked on the door and it was swung open and there stood a  middle aged women, with jet black hair pulled into a pony tale, warm brown eyes, she was wearing all black attire which lead me to believe she was a cook or something "Hello Dear, I am Mrs Caught, please come in there are a few other maids here as-well. He will be down soon to pick his new maid" I smiled and nodded, Who was he? Was he royalty? Was he a celebrity? Actor? Musician? Oh well I guess I will find out soon. But it still left me questioning who HE was "Join the end of the line Deary" Mrs Caught pointed out, I walked over to the end of the line. 10 minutes had past when I finally heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. "MRS CAUGHT" a rough male voice shouted "Yes Sir?" she questioned "ARE THEY HERE?" He shouted again "Yes they are sir" I heard the sound of heavy footsteps, I lent forward to see who HE was but still had no view of him, who was HE?