The Maid (on hold)

Ch. 1 'Underwear & Annoying Kids'

"Do you have anything?" My dad asked hurriedly, I sighed for what's probably the fourteenth time in an hour. "Yes dad, now stop asking!"

"Enough shirts?"

"Yes. Dad, stop."

"Warm clothes?"

"Yes." I groaned when I noticed he wasn't stopping like I asked him to.

"Toothbrush?" Blah, blah, blah.

"Yup."

"Underwear? Yu better not be wearing those 'sexy' underwear I found it your drawers lately." Holy....

"Yes! Holy zebras. Dad?!" My face went tomato red when I saw some teenager boys walking past us, laughing at my dad and I. Am I allowed to say that they're hot? Yes. Does that make me feel any better? No. My dad just asked me if I'm not wearing sexy underwear in front of really, really attractive guys. Well, that's not awkward at all. Thanks dad. Thanks.

"Just being sure, Sugar. I'm going to miss you." I forgot the whole underwear situation when I saw tears appear in my father's gold, brown eyes. I dropped my hideous suitcases and pulled my dad in a tight hug. "I really don't want you to go." I know he's holding back his tears and so am I, this is always going to be hard, no matter how many times this will happen. "Dad, I've been away before, even longer than 2 months, you know, when I'm Carly?" I whispered the last part, just making sure that no one hears. "I know, Sugar, but I always see you in between those months. Now it's 2 months without seeing my little baby."

"Dad, not here." I took a quick look at the boys, luckily their attention wasn't on us. "You and your boys," he rolled his eyes, "but I think you should go. Check in and stuff." I nodded and he grabbed my suitcase and we went off to the check in desk. When I was done there, he walked to the security with me but couldn't walk any further. "I'll miss you." I said.

"I still can't get over the fact that you wanted to be a maid. A maid!" He said dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. I laughed, we never could act like a normal family. No sad-goodbye's. No normal dinners, we always end up with earing the food instead of eating it and later decide to order some pizza. "Seriously dad?" he chuckled and nodded. My flight got called up again, for the last time, and I waved one last time before giving my tickets to the man, he let me through and I walked towards the big hall you always see in movies. You know, where they always say goodbye with depressing music in the background. Maybe I should grab my phone and play some music for the dramatic effect. "CALL ME WHEN YOU LAND!" Well, that sure grabbed some attention. I threw my head in my neck and laughed, probably looking like some retarded weirdo. "OKAY!" I screamed back just as loud. We both waved to each other and I grinned. When I got seated in the airplane and got comfortable, I grabbed my smaller bag with some food and my favourite book; The Last Song. I already saw the movie, but I think books are way more interesting, more details and stuff.

When we were in the air and kept on telling myself I wasn't scared about how far the ground was at the moment, I turn on my phone again and plugged in my earplugs. I picked some random song called 'on my way'. A cover of Boyce Avenue.

Soon a calming voice flooded through my ears and I felt pleased. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the silence. That didn't last really long though. I felt small kicks to my seat making me shot forwards. Okay? I managed to turn myself around on my seat so I sat on my knees. I looked at the small girl grinning at me evilly. Imaginary clouds with thunder shocks appeared above my head but I still managed to smile. I thought this only happened in movies and such. "Hi, I'm Pam, who are you."

"Hello, I'm good looking. Do you think it would be polite for me to ask how you're doing?" I nodded confused, frowning a bit. Ignoring the fact that she introduced herself as 'good looking'.

"Too bad, because I don't care, now please, turn around." Well, just because you said please. How old is this girl? 5? 6? And I bet that the woman next to her is her mum, it looks like she doesn't even care, she's just staring blindly at the front of the room like her kid isn't even sitting next to her, being an annoying brat. "Earplugs, are you blind?" I bet the girl saw me looking at her mum because she felt the need to explain to me.

"Look little girl, do you know Santa Claus?" She nodded, her mood changing quickly. "He always gives me present because I'm a good girl every year." She announced, almost sounding sweet, but I knew better than that.

"I know Santa, he's a really good friend of mine, and I'm going to tell him that you were very mean. So, stop kicking my seat or you're going to be on the naughty list." I explained, well lied, to her. She may be an annoying little brat, but I'm not going to insult her. In her face. While her mother is sitting next to her.

"Wha-" I turned around before she could say something. It was silence for a couple of seconds but then the devil's standing right next to me. She's taller than I thought actually... Her hot pink tights and white dress fit her really well. Her small flip-flops stood out the most, a lot of bright colors but pink was the most evident. How surprising. She jumped in the seat next to me and I sighed. "What are you doing here? I- I mean- what I mean is, what if your mum is looking for you?" She rolled her eyes and pointed to the back with her thumb. "She's probably snoring already, she doesn't care." I still was confused at why she's sitting next to me so I looked at her, then the back where she was seated seconds ago, then to her again, then the back, you getting my drift?

"Santa doesn't exist, I already knew that, but you're sassy. I like that. And you sounded like a complete retard, you know, when you said you knew the fat guy with the curly beard, in other words, Santa." I laughed and shook my head, she's something. It's like she had multiple personalities. "Where are you going?" I explained that I went to England for a job, she's not so smart if she asked where I'm heading to if I'm in a plane that's heading.. to..... England.. And apparently, she heading to England, too, shocking. We kept on talking and, even though, she's only 7 years old, she's really smart, most of the times, and can keep a conversation going. And she's a fan of Carly Duncan, a 'super' famous star. According to Lisa, the girls name, Carly is somewhere in France with her new boyfriend. What she doesn't know is that I'm sitting here, right next to her, just without a wig and expensive clothes. All though, I wish I had a boyfriend, I feel such a noob without a boyfriend. So loner.

When the airplane landed, I gave my number to Lisa, yes I really did that. She's funny, she has some cheap Samsung phone, which I don't understand because she only 7, and she pouted when she saw my IPhone 5S. She offered to switch phones because her's is so antique and it once owned to the one and only Taylor Swift, nice try girl. I hugged her goodbye and went off. Once I had my super pretty suitcase, I looked for the address in my 'old and ugly' IPhone, Lisa's words, and stopped a cab. I called my dad and said I arrived safely. He started about my underwear again but he couldn't finish as I hang up on him. He would forgive me someday.

"Here we are, you sure this is the right place?" The man said with his super attractive British accent, oh accents, yeah, I forgot.. "Yeah, I'm sure." Even though I wasn't hundred percent sure. I handed him the money and he gave me the change. "Thank you, uh...." I trailed off, waiting for him to fill in his name. "Michael."

"Right. Thank you, Michael, I'm Pam. I may see you around sometime." We said goodbye and I watched him drive away. I looked at the big mansion in front of me and my mouth fell open, this place is huge! "Wow.." I started to walk towards the house, once I stepped on the small stairs with a lot of effort because of my heavy suitcase, I raised my hands to knock but the door opened before I could.

A/N: Small explanation. Do you know Hannah Montana? Pam's just like her, wig and everything, she wants a normal life and all but her personality is ... me. I can relate better if I make a person who I know.. Haha, doesn't make sense at all! Or does it, hmmm? *Pedo face*