I dashed off from work before the boss decided to take my spare time. I only get one day off a week, and I literally work all day. I'm a maid for a rich family; it's the only job I could get. My name's Sarah, I'm sixteen, and I have long blonde hair with ice blue eyes. My older sister, Mia, works at the same place as me; although she gets tomorrow off.
Back to my time off though; I'm going to a protest today. There's a testing facility that uses animals as test subjects and I started a petition against them.
Unfortunately they didn't pay any heed to that. Every single person who signed my petition is going to be there; that's a few below two hundred people. I arrived at the main office of the company and most of the people were already there. I reached into my bag and got out my microphone, I started to make my accusations whilst providing every scrap of evidence I'd gathered.
After quite some time someone walked up to me and took the microphone. I glared at him.
"You have no right to take that" I stated, secretly admiring him. His brown hair was perfectly sitting on his face without covering even a millimetre of his hazel eyes.
"Actually I do" he confirmed, "This is my father's company and I'm interested in your claims," I looked at him with awe. No members of the company were interested, but the son of the owner was.
"I have sufficient evidence of animal tests having occurred in the facilities owned and run by this corporation, I have also heard about the slaughter of animals for fur and other products" my tone didn't waver in the slightest, although he seemed to want it to.
"Actually, I have all the proof you need of these claims" he smiled at me, "But, you have to prove your worth" I let out a long sigh. Taking back the microphone I ignored his option. There was no way I could prove anything to the son of a business. He continued to stand next to me, trying to make his point as I led the large group; despite the opportunity to gain his information along with my own I continued to ignore him.
After an hour or so of the protest, the current manager came out and offered to make an appointment with me next week to discuss this in a more formal matter. I packed away my things to find that the only person left was the interrupter.
"What's your name, miss?" he asked with a seemingly rehearsed smile. I ignored him and walked away. I looked back to find he was following.
"Go cry home to your 'Daddy', I'm sure he's dying to find out the result of my handiwork" I said sarcastically.
"Actually, I won't be the one to inform him. Besides, the moment he finds out it was a maiden as beautiful as you he will be enraged" he laughed, "So I will repeat my previous question, what is your name, miss?"
"Don't talk to me like I'm some royal bitch you can wrap around your finger" I stated as I took to a halt, "I know people like you only talk to females like that to get your way with them" he didn't even flinch, although he seemed to be amused.
"Won't you at least tell me your name?" he requested.
"I'm Sarah" I sighed, wondering if he'd just leave me alone. Wind flew through the area and his hair became instantly messy, landing anywhere it wanted.
"Are you going to inquire about the information?" he asked. I looked away from him; I had thought he was handsome with his hair in place... I was way off, he looked better now.
"No" I replied, "Mind telling me your name?" I asked without a single glance at him.
"I am Keith. From Celtic origin it means forest" he stated, he moved slightly to be in my line of sight again.
"Great, you're a forest. I'm going home" I shrugged as I turned away from his green .eyes. With a sigh I walked home; unfortunately it's also my work.
