Just a Kiss

Part Five- First Day

The next morning, while I got ready for my first day of work, Mother had some very good news. "Mrs. Sommers has told me that she'll left us stay for a couple months!" my mother looked ecstatic, as if she won the lottery.

Of course, I was very pleased too, except for the fact that Mrs. Sommers, not only had chickens, but cats. It was a rumour around town that her guest room was filled with the smell of cats and mildew.

"That's absolutely fantastic, Mother. When do we move in?" I asked, while preparing my bag for the Jenkins' mansion. I didn't put much in, just some change for the bus and a paperback I was reading for English class.

My mother explained that we would move in that afternoon, when I came back from work. We would pay a hundred dollars a month, to cover basic fees, such as water bills and electricity. I insisted that we use the advanced money first, because that guaranteed us at least three months. As I began to leave the house, my mother did something she hadn't done for many years. She took my hand and whispered, "I'm proud of you." I felt the tears in her voice, and avoided her eyes. She hugged me goodbye, as I left to help support her, myself, and Jean.

The bus ride to 16 Granton Dr. was an uneventful one, so as I approached the mansion, I felt an unnecessary nervous feeling in my gut. 

"It's Haylie McMaster," I said to the butler, Isaac, through the buzzer. He let me in and I marched up the long driveway. The crystal front door opened just as I reached the top step. I wiped my tattered sneakers on the welcome mat and entered the pristine home.

"Haylie!" I heard an unfamiliar woman's voice, beckoning me from the living room.

There, stood a beautiful woman, with long, black hair. She had a bright smile on her face as she waved at me. She waved at me, and I noticed a a ring on her left hand's ring finger and a couple of silver bangles.

"I haven't met you yet!" she said. "I'm Scott's wife, Isabelle. It's so nice to meet you." Up close, her teeth were still pearly white and I caught a whiff of nice-smelling perfume.

I shook her hand, and plastered a smile on my face, "It's very lovely to meet you too, Mrs. Jenkins. You and your husband have helped my family a lot. I can't wait to do you service."

"Your necklace is very pretty, by the way,"  I added.

Mrs. Jenkins gushed, as she shook her hand, "Oh, you're such a darling! Call me Isabelle. And no need to call my husband Mr. Jenkins either, we're Isabelle and Scott!" 

She straightened her diamond flower pendant, while smiling. I could tell it was expensive, because of the tiny engraving from Tiffany & Co. There was a group of girls in my Science class, who always bragged about who had the most expensive Tiffany & Co. jewelry.

Isaac interrupted our little meeting, "Miss Haylie? Marcia would like to meet with you for today's duties."

I waved goodbye to Isabelle, who was saying something about her kids being inconsiderate and not coming to meet me. She waved goodbye and turned back to the cooking show she was watching on a huge plasma screen. 

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"Scrub the counter with the Lysol," Marcia ordered, as I scrubbed with all my power. The already clean marble counter top was an easy task, compared to some of the other tasks we did during the day.

The first day of being the Jenkins' maid was in fact, really tiring. I had vacuumed Khloe's (their daughter) room, and just the size of her walk-in closet, couldn't compare to the size of my room back home. I swept the kitchen and living room floors, polished three of their stainless steel fridges, emptied about seventeen waste bins that came up to my waist and cleared the swimming pool, outside, of any remaining equipment. Marcia seemed to be really glad of my help, telling me I was both efficient and kind. 

"Perfect! Wow, you are a fast learner!" Marcia said, praising my work. I thanked her as I put away the cleaning product in its rightful place. 

The cleaning pantry was a dream come true for any maid and a nightmare for any husband. It had shelves and shelves of cleaning products, and even its own catalogue indicating where everything was. I placed the Lysol on a shelf, and turned around to get to the door... when I bumped into someone.

"Hey! Marci-" The girl stopped in her tracks. She was about five feet, with curly black hair. She was pretty, but as so much shorter than me, that I almost tripped over her.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm not Marcia. Um... Hi! I'm Haylie," I explained, trying to not be the socially inept person I usually was at school.

"Oh. Hi... I'm Khloe. The Jenkins' daughter. Sorry, but what are you doing here?" she asked, looking a little impatient, as if she always had to deal with five foot eight giants coming out of her supply closet.

"I'm your maid," I said, checking my watch. It was seven, and I was due back home.

Khloe looked at me with a weird expression on her face, scrutinizing me. "Aren't you a little too young to be a maid?" she asked.

I shook my head, "I'm seventeen. But you look a little to young to be driving," I said, pointedly, gesturing towards her car keys.

"Ex-cuh-use me? I'm seventeen too, and let me tell you-"

"Oh, great! You two have met," Scott and Isabelle rounded the corner, oblivious to the fact that their daughter was fighting with the maid. "Isn't she a beaut?" Isabelle added, smiling at me as if I were a show horse.

"Yeah. A definite beauty," Khloe muttered, "Great, even my mother loves the maid more than me." She stormed out, and a few seconds later, the roar of an engine started. Looking through the mirror, I saw her leave in what looked like a red convertible. 

"Well, it's already seven! You should be leaving, right?" Scott asked, turning my attention back to them.

I nodded curtly, and thanked them. I was glad I didn't have to deal with anymore Khloe.

"Oh no, thank you! Marcia said she finished an hour earlier than she usually did with the new maids!" said Isabelle, "See you tomorrow!"

Isaac led me out the front door and with a tip of the hat, I was off into the evening and to Mrs. Sommers' cat/mildew infested room.

A.N~ Hope you enjoyed! Khloe is a little bratty, eh? Haha, no worries, things will get more romantic too, next chappie c: And ugh, you might hate the cast list, so sorry I'm uncreative :p Oh well, enjoy a picture of Isabelle's necklace ------->

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Teaser: Where and who is the Jenkins' son?