All recognisable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Bella's point of view.
Yes master black
No master black
Three bags full master black
Do you ever get the sudden urge to smack someone as soon as they speak? Well I do. Just the sound of his voice, it doesn t matter how small the word is that he utters or well shouts, these sudden violent urges make themselves known. I m not a characteristically violent person, in fact I hate it but if I had the chance I would undoubtedly find the nearest sledge hammer and rearrange his facial features before moving southwards.
Being a servant wasn't exactly my first choice in life, in fact anything would be better than this, no I tell a lie, any other master would be better than master black.
When I was younger I felt like I could do be anything I wanted. I could be an actress and tread the bored s as my adoring audience watch on in amazement. I could be an artist and have people line the streets to catch a glimpse of my masterpieces. But here I am, scrubbing the bottom of his bath tub! Yeh my dreams didn t quiet go to plan.
I suppose I was foolish to even dare think above my station in the first place, in this day and age the opportunities for a woman like me are very low. You get what you're given, and I was given this.
Master blacks offer sounded to good to be true. Working in a big house and get a good pay with my own room sounded fantastic at the time. You see my family, like so many these days, are poor I won't deny it, so as soon as I reached 16 it was my turn to bring home the bacon. I stupidly took the first offer I was given. If I had known what I was letting myself in for I would have shoved his offer where the sun doesn t shine and have run for the hills.
"ISABELLA!" there's the annoying voice coming from my master, and by the sounds of it he doesn't sound best pleased.
I place my scrubbing brush into the bucket of water letting it splash onto my dress, I brush down my skirt and fix my hair, then taking a deep calming breath I pick up my bucket and make my way shakily down the stairs, leaving a few splashes of water on my way.
"ISABELLA, IM WAITING!" He screams again, yes I heard you the first time you impatient git. It's like he's asking for me to spill the water on the marble stairs.
I make my way through the drawing room deciding to bypass the kitchen where I need to deposit the water and go straight to his office; I would surely be punished if I take any longer, so I m going to hide the bucket under the table next to his office until I come back out.
The nervous feeling has made its self at home at the bottom of my stomach like it always does as I come closer to the large foreboding door of his office.
With one last deep breath I knocked gently on the door, "Come in!" he shouts deeply. I enter dreading what awaits me on the other side of the door.
Well here you are, I hope you like it. The grammar is terrible I admit it. Trust me it does get better. I m sure you noticed it is an Edward & Bella story, Edward will make an appearance. Im really hopeful about this story and where it is heading. Please please please tell me what you think of it so far. Review and you shall receive the next chapter. xxxxxxxxx