15 years later...

Beep, beep, beep, beep, be-squash.

Oh great I think I've broke again my alarm clock, Marie Jeanne won't be happy. I raise my head to look for it, and  for my little happiness to see its red numbers marking 5:30 am. Good, it's still working.

I get up to switch on my ceiling light to change my old blouse for some jeans, tee and a sweatshirt. After changing, I open my door to look at my to do list for today.

"Mmm...today is...wednesday. Let's see... "

-Walk Clifford
-Breakfast
-Bedroom
-Lunch
-Library
-Green house

Egh, she doesn't even bother writing things completely. But this way is to make things look easier as, walk my sweet dog, eat breakfast, come to my bedroom and spend my morning here, then eat lunch, read a book and see the green house. No, it's not. It's my slave work for today.

The real meaning is walk the Satan's dog, clean the kitchen for breakfast, make breakfast, wait until they eat it and be out, eat my breakfast and clean the kitchen; clean the five bedrooms and change its bedsheets and put it to wash, even though just three bedsheets are being used; put the lunch table on, eat lunch after them and do the dishes; clean the library; clean and pot flowers and then I'm done for today.

Nice it isn't? But the problem is not that. It's that I do it all and everything is wrong to my stepmother. Sadly, I'm not a Cinderella and my prince does not exist, I'm no white skinned and no blond hair. I'm all the opposite.

My hair is longer than it ever was, but I like it this way. So I braid it because a bun is no longer an option.

"Oookay, here we go." I say while stepping outside to try to catch Clifford and put a collar on him, because for me this is the worst part of my job. "Clifford, Clifford, baby boy, come here and see what I have for you".

With this, a golden fur comes running toward me with its tong out of its mouth. Coming like a bolt, three feet away it jumps toward me. I'm not tall, 5'3", so Clifford my stepmother golden retriever easily knock me out of my feet.

"Stop it, your little demon" trying to take him from me and put his collar.

Half hour later, I'm back to my house. Panting for trying to stop Clifford of running away and of course, I failed miserably.

So I head to the kitchen to get everything read for the breakfast.

"What you did today?" Says my stepmother sitting at the table.

"Good morning mother. I did Oatmeal pancake with cinnamon and black coffee as you like, I also did fruit salad"

"Morning mom", says Amanda while she sits.

"Hi sweetheart, did you sleep well?"

"Not bad. Hurry up Elenor, I want my breakfast. You lazy girl."

"Here it goes Amanda, your pancake and coffee."

About to go to the kitchen I hear glass crashing, turning on my heels to get a pancake thrown at my face and see black liquid on the floor amongst white pieces of the broken china.

"This tastes like a cardboard and the coffee, it's freezing. You can't do anything good even a coffee, your useless shit!" Snapped a red faced Amanda, while her mother looks like we where discussing the weather but opened her mouth just to say, "clean this mess now or you'll be in problem." And both of them got up and headed out.

I really don't know why I bother being nice with Amanda. Oh yes, I know why. Because as Marie Jeanne or Mother as she makes me call her, said that I have to work here as a payment for paying my ex-school, roof and food. Really, I'm grateful for everything she did for me, even thought it wasn't good hearted, but I wish to have a normal life, friends or go to college.

I never could get a job outside here. Yes I have been asked to attend a few interviews, but all of them after getting a look at me made poor excuses to throw me out. I no blond, no white skinned and no pretty face, no wonder I can get a proper job. Once a man even dared to say: "You're too short and we don't have stairs to you get the upper files on the shelves, I'm sorry you can't work here." It was the lamest excuse I've ever heard. Why can't they say already, "you're black, we're hiring just white people. Or we want a blond girl, because it goes with our image"? I thought while mopping the wet floor.

For the rest of the day everything went just fine, until an unpleasant notice that I received at the dinner.

"Elenor I want you to clean Nathan's bedroom tomorrow morning because he's coming for the weekend."

"But I did it today." What? Nathan's coming? Oh no, no, no, that's no good at all.

"Didn't you hear what I've said? I wasn't asking you, it's an order."

"Yes ma'am"

"Aww mom seriously Nathan's coming?" squealed Amanda.

"Yes, indeed."

"Ohh yes, we'll have so much fun! Won't we Elenor? Aren't you looking forward to it? JUST the three of us!" finished her with an mischievous glint on her eyes.

My eyes went wide at this. God please no, help me. This is no good, it never was.

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Hey guys, this is my first novel, so it may have a plenty of mistakes, so feel free to point out them but don't yell at me or make fun, because I won't be pleasant when answering you. Once I finished it, I'll rewrite and correct them.

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~PeepsLife