Chapter 1 – Amy’s Jobs

5 Mar

Amy had to get up early every morning, this morning, more early then most.

 Her aunt was sitting at the table, in her dressing gown, along with her two daughters, Holly and Ivy; who were eating together. Ivy was eating warm, fresh toast and Holly had a bowl of coco pops. They were laughing and joking over boys. Amy could see they were both reading a shared Twist magazine.

 “You should count yourself lucky that I even allow you to stay in this house, Amelia. Now, get outside. You don’t have time for breakfast!” Her aunt scowled as Amy set a bowl on to the table. “Are you even listening!” Amy snapped her eyes back to her Aunts firm stare.

“Yes,” Amy mumbled, looking longingly at a slice of toast in Ivy’s hand. She turned and got the mop to wipe up the milk that Holly had just plopped onto the wood for no reason.

“Yes what?”

 “Yes Aunt Taylor.”

The woman scoffed, a smirk playing on her lips. “Good. Repeat what I said then.” She challenged.

Amy looked, placing the mop up where she got it, against the wall. “I should count myself lucky that I’m allowed to live here.” She recited, out of memory. Her aunt nodded. “Go and do your chores then, and remember your jobs for the day:” She recited the daily list,

 “You have washing our clothes to do,

Mucking out the stables,

Clean, and fill the horses buckets,

There’s washing the dishes, the floors.” She locked her eyes back onto the telly.

 “And-”

 Amy stopped in the doorway.

 “Pick out Solo and Berry’s feet. I’m having them ridden today.”

“Very well.” Amy replied, holding in the sigh that was trying to escape as she left the room.

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