Genevieve
I eventually stopped crying and have recovered my normal breathing status. I got up from the bed and walked over to the window.
I moved the curtains away from blocking it and saw it was already sunrise. My stomach growls in hunger and anticipation.
I groaned and flopped myself on the bed to wait for a miracle to happen, and that miracle is someone to knock on my door and bring me some breakfast and shit.
As my stomach kept on growling, I didn't hear someone come into my room.
"Miss Hilton, It's time for breakfast." I shot back up to see who it was because damn, it's breakfast time. It was the same girl who guided me to office yesterday.
I followed her downstairs and outside, I assume I'll be eating there. I saw the woman from yesterday reading a newspaper while drinking some coffee or tea.
I sat down across from her then she moved the newspaper and saw a face of displeasement.
"Your hair looks like a hurricane visited it." She sighed and clapped her hands two times, "Marie, Please fix her hair." A girl walks out of the house and then proceeds to walk over to me.
I felt her grab something and then she started combing my frizzy and tangled up hair.
"Ow!" She was literally pulling everywhere just so that she could remove the tangles of it.
A few painful minutes later, My hair was finally straight and is brought to a ponytail. 'Marie' then leaves just in time for the food to come.
It was served on a platter and was placed infront of me, Just as I was about to grab the spoon - "This will be your first training, Table manners." I stopped mid-air from grabbing the spoon and rolled my eyes.
I just shrugged what she said and proceeded to grab the spoon, I felt a like an object slap my hand which I withdrawed my hand from getting the spoon. I looked at my hand to see it has the same form as a fly swatter.
"No, You must learn how to hold a spoon." I looked over to my side to see another woman maybe 'round in her 40's, but what the hell? I know how to hold a spoon.
"But I know how to hold a spoon, You just hold it." I looked at her funny and she rolls her eyes and hits me on the head with the fly swatter.
"Ow!" I covered my head with my hands and looked at her.
"You must hold it like this," She grabs the spoon and demonstrates how you hold it.
A few minutes have passed and I feel like a one yearold getting taught by her mother on how to hold a fucking spoon,fork, and teacup. It's like six in the morning and I'm already done with everyone's shit.
"Can I please just eat now?" I asked her
"No, You must learn how to hold these." I placed my arm on the table and she swats my head again.
"That's not lady-like!" She shouts at me and I groaned, removing my arm from the table, "Also don't slouch!" She places her cold hands behind my back and suddenly straightens my back up. I flinched at her cold hands and here I am sitting awkwardly and yet, straightly like a twig.
One hour later
By the mercy of Christ! I can finally eat.
My back was aching from sitting up straightly, I just have to eat like this and we're done.
I grabbed the spoon like a lady, pinky up of course, and ate the now cold soup.
I should have eaten it when it was hot but no fucking blame this old woman who's really strict on how to fucking hold spoons and forks.
I finally finished eating and I feel complete now that I've already ate.
"Go take a shower now, you stink. We have more things to do today."
Oh no.
