"Change the linens, dust the drapes, and vacuum the carpet. The house needs to look wonderful today for the guests we have coming." Mrs. Monia said.
"Yes, ma'am." I replied. It was only a reaction to anything she says really, more than me actually listening to her words. Goddess, who was it this time? Who was coming to poke and prod at my fat rolls, sneer at my acne covered face?
"I am serious Kynthia. This place better look like it's out of a magazine before I get back or you will have hell to pay." She threatened me, narrowing her eyes to make sure I knew she was serious, then turned on a heel and walked out.
Sighing, I began what she told me, beginning with dusting the drapes. I have been a maid since I could push a vacuum. It took me about an hour, but when I was done the place nearly shined.
I was amazed every time I finished cleaning something. It was such a part of me now I didn't think twice about it. Even now, it amazed me. The burgundy drapes were pristine as well as the black linens resting on the coffee tables spread throughout the many couches in the room. It was the pack meeting room and was designed with complete comfort in mind. Even the damned floor, with its light cream colored carpet that absolutely hated. It showed every damn insufferable piece of dirt on it!
Mrs. Monia returned and simply nodded at my work. I know for a fact she couldn't do half as good I did but she was my boss, one of the many pack members whom I worked for. I silently sighed to myself. "Go get dressed. We have a lot of people coming and the other servants need all the help they can get." She went about examining the linens and moving them slightly but I knew they were all straight as arrows.
Most female werewolves my age, seventeen, would be excited for the chance of meeting other packs and maybe finding a mate mixed in them but I dreaded it. As I had cleaned I thought of going to my room when I was done and taking a nice hot shower to open my pores followed by an icey rinse to close them and prevent more acne. It usually didn't work but I had to try something other than skin graphs. But now that plan was washed down the drain along with my hopes of never having to confront my mate. I prayed to all the gods in my head as I lugged up the steps to my makeshift room. I prayed that my mate was far from me and would stay that way. But they obviously hated me already from the looks of me and I was sure they wanted to torture me more.
Sooooooo.. Yeah, not a lot happens but I got a few ideas up my sleeves. I'm actually wearing a tank top but you know what I mean. :) Please comment any thoughts, I would love to hear them. Pretty pleaseeeeeeeeeeee, with a cherry on top??? 0~0
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The Ugly Wolfling(Abandoned)
WerewolfKynthia is a werewolf. But not a normal werewolf. She's not pretty and slim like the others, she's big and blotchy and doesn't want a mate. She has worked as a maid to her pack for all of her life, not knowing her parents. They abandoned her and whe...
