Moormagic

Chapter One

Chapter One

Soapy water splashed in the sink as I cleaned the dirty dishes. "Hurry up!" Ginger yelled from the dining room, "You still need to clean the chimney!" "Who cares, well I don't, you spoiled brat, probably never did anything than sit on her lazy fat bum." I mutter under my breath. Ginger was my cousin, with angelic blonde hair with sky blue eyes to match. She wore pastel colored dresses with full skirts. She supposed that this made her look becoming. This effect, however, was thrown off by her plump figure and mean nature. I am guarded by her Auntie and Uncle after my mother’s death and the fact that my father was an Unknown, The term for the traveling musicians and other entertainers that roamed across the land.

 I dried the last plate and went to the fire place, grabbing the fire place cleaner. It was the worst job in the house, imagine what could be up there, the charcoal black coal that burned there once. After the three agonizing hours I was done, my face as dark as the sky at night covered in charcoal. I could already imagine a nice cozy un-charcoaly bed to sleep in except that I didn’t have one. I had only a thin blanket, itchy and uncomfortable.

I woke up from one of my many little impromptu naps on the floor, my back stiff with pain. Everyone was asleep sound asleep, I went to the kitchen to get started on my chores once again. I put all the dishes away, scrubbed the sink clean again and threw out all old food. I moved onto the bathroom to clean the sink and chamber-pot, disgusting.

It was late at night (or early morning depending on how you saw it) when I finally finished my work and the rest of the family was long asleep, I snuck into Uncle and Auntie’s bedroom, and paused remembering that it would be better to get the money from Ginger’s room, so I promptly turned on my heel and tiptoed into Ginger’s room. They would assume that Ginger had just spent it. I grabbed seven copper pieces before leaving the room and heading out into the night.