Falcon (Ruth's POV) Fanfiction of Laurie Anderson's Chains

New job

"Little girl!"

I carried the tea into the room my master and mistress were sitting in. They were sitting by the fireplace, at the small coffee table. They had another small chair that looked completely my size, but they never did that. It was strange to see it.

"Girl, sit," my mistress pointed to the mahogany chair beside her. My fingers trembled as I did so without speaking a word. "My child," my mistress began, "you are just a child, how young?"
"I am eight years old, as of yesterday, ma'am."
"Ah, very good." My master murmured mysteriously. "Now child, with your size and age, the jobs you are getting in the morning and daytime -- your kitchen work and serving work -- they must get hard for you, my child!"
"N-not at all, sir!" Not only was I confused why they were calling me "my child," I didn't want to believe it.
"Yes, darling, you are getting far too overwhelmed!" My mistress said softly. "So let's put all of the mean stuff behind us and give you a new, more good-fit-for-children job."
"Oh, no, miss!" I defended. "I am fine with my current job, I am not tired."
"Girl, we know that you are. You'll be working as Polly's assistant, so at nighttime when she's assigned to clean up, you'll help her, so you have the rest off the day.."
"..?"
"Free."

No. This can't be true. Excitement bubbled up quickly in my head, sending it down to my hit heart, making it gleam with joy, and spreading love to the world for giving me this privilege. "Th-thank you, ma'am, sir..!" I made out.
"Don't just stand there," my master said. "Go. Leave us, girl."

I bowed like a proper servant and tried across the ground of the house like I wasn't insane, headed for the front door. But wasn't I closed it gently behind it, I grabbed the top of the skirt of my long dress, pulled it up, and spun around in circles like a princess. I was so excited, I just couldn't believe it. My master and mistress being nice? That was unheard of! I couldn't wait to go on more adventures the whole day through, and I couldn't wait to rub it in the townspeople's faces that my master and mistress were nice. Eight year old little Ruth was close to freedom already.

A/n

So, I am very sorry, I haven't updated in a hell of a long time. And I'm sorry for the really short part. But I've finished Ashes, it was amazing.. And depressing. (IF YOU HAVE NOT RED ASHES TO NOT READ THE REST OF THE AUTHORS NOTE. SKIP UNTIL END OF LAST PARAGRAPH. UNLESS YOU LIKE SPOILERS.)

I will end the story when she arrives at the weird farmhouse thing with Aberdeen, Fina, and the other dude I forget the name of. So I guess everything in the end will kind of turn out right. But wasn't the ending of Ashes happy?? I read it over and over again.

So guys, again, so sorry for the short part and not updating in ten gazillion years, but let's get back into our normal routine and don't give up. The story will be good!! I promise you. Now, please vote if you enjoyed, and comment for suggestions for the next part (I literally have no idea what to do.) and tell me this: should Ruth get sold to the weird farmhouse or should she escape her weird island and swim to the weird farmhouse?? You tell me. Nice to update again, and I'm sure (for real this time) to have more things for you to read. Thanks for all of your reads, guys! For some reason, even though my story might suck because you haven't voted or commented, it gives me support than so many people have taken their time to read my story. I've never gotten 40 reads on Wattpad in my life!!