I sat and waited for a few more minutes before a man, who I recognised as Mahmud Kamal, walked into the room.

"Evening, sweetheart," Mahmud said, giving Enas a small peck on the cheek.

"Aliya," he stated, giving his daughter a nod. His eyes quickly looked in my direction. He looked confused for a few moments before it seemed to click.

"You must be Zafir's daughter, Zara is it?" He said.

"Zahra, and yes I am. Nice to meet you, Mr Kamal," I said, holding out my hand for him to shake. He gladly took it and gave it a small shake.

"Well, welcome! I hope your ride was alright."

"It was great thank you!" I said trying to remember my manners.

"Amazing! Now we must wait for Salman."

So we waited, and we waited. After about fifteen minutes of pure silence we heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

A man, about 26 entered the room. He wore a white collared shirt with the top two buttons undone and a pair of smart trousers. He smiled an obviously fake smile at his parents and then raised an eyebrow to Aliya. His gaze slowly turned to me. I wasn't shocked when a confused look appeared on his face but I was offended when he looked at me with disgust.

"Why are you sitting with the maid?" He asked on disgust. Mrs Kamal just let out a small giggle. She was going to say something when Salman spoke again.

"Maid! Go sort out my room. There are to many dirty clothes in there!"

I was in shock. I didn't know what to say. How could someone mistaken me for a maid and then tell me what to do? Before I could tell at him, Mr Kamal, with a small laugh, turned to Salman and said, with a light amusement,

"That isn't the new maid, Salman."

Salman looked shocked at this news. Almost like he could believe it which made me feel more and more angry.

"Oh so is she Smiths helper?" He asked. I was so mad! It was obvious he was told that I was coming! How could he! This family really didn't seem like one I wanted to be stuck with.

Mr and Mrs Kamal just shook their heads with a smile.

"No sweetheart, Madeleine arrived yesterday," Mrs Kamal said.

"Oh," Salman said, his trains of thought seemed to be running to a halt. He couldn't think of any more so he just stood there in silence for a few moments before something seemed to click.

"You're the pool keeper!" he said excitedly as though he had just solved a world famous riddle.

What? Well first of all no and secondly, since when did this house have a pool?!?!? I was going to find it.

"No sweety, that isn't the pool keeper either," Mr Kamal stated in a patient loving voice. How could these people even like Salman. He is obnoxious and stupid!

"Oh is she a beggar?" This was the last straw. How could he just call me a beggar.

"No I am not a beggar," I snapped, "I am actually your guest."

Salman just stood there dumb founded as though the news that I wasn't a beggar shocking.

"Oh, you're Zahra Hassan," He said with mass disappointment in his voice.

"Correct! Oh good job my little Mr Right!" Mrs Kamal said with a proud smile on her lips.

Mr Right. Was that really what they called this idiot?

Salman sat down and a few minutes later the food was served. We ate this food called Escargots au beurre persillé which I found out was just herb buttered snails.

We all said Bismillah and after we began to eat Aliya turned to face her parents and said, "Mother, Father can you make her eat upstairs I don't want to eat with a stranger."

Ok I get I don't live with them but that was really no way to respond! I have done nothing wrong!

"Aliya! You do not talk about our guests like that!" Mrs Kamal said, shock in her voice as though she couldn't believe her daughter would say something like that.

Aliya just rolled her eyes in response.

After a few more minutes a phone started to ring. Mrs Kamal took her phone out of her pocket and answered it.

"Sophia! Yes just now is alright, how are you?" She said as she got up from the table. Mrs Kamal walked off and into the lounge.

The other Kamals just kept eating like this was a normal occurrence.

Everyone eventually finished the main course and a man came in and handed us all a dessert. Mr Kamal got up as it was being served and walked away to his study. I wasn't sure what he was doing but it was something.

That was when everything went downhill.

I just kept eating my macaroons, not making eye contact.

"So, Stranger," Aliya said. I looked up to see the two siblings facing me, with hate in their eyes. "What makes you think you can stay here?"

"Look I don't know what I've done to the two of you but I'm just here because my new modelling school is nearby," I explained.

"Well we don't want you here," Salman said, looking me up and down as though I was a price of gum on his designer shoes.

"I think I've noticed," I said.

"Hey! If you have already noticed that we don't want you here then why are you still here?" Aliya asked, "Look, you're a stranger. I don't want strangers in my house or my school."

With that Aliya got up and shoved her plate in the hands of one of the maids. Salman got up a second later, leaving his plate behind.

I looked back down at my macaroons, suddenly not feeling so hungry. I handed my plate to one of the maids and walked back to my room.

I sat down on my bed and did my Magrib Prayer.For the next three to four minutes I sat there in peace forgetting about all of the trouble with the Kamal family. I just hoped the next day would be better.