юююююююююююююююююююююю Brooke dashed to the nearest bathroom, of course, Kristelle had many bathrooms in her room, but slaves were only allowed to clean them, not use them. Alright...thirty feet down the hall...take a left....second right....right again 29 feet, bathroom. Brooke said the directions out loud. Brooke undressed and jumped into the shower. Daringly, she used Kristelle's fancy shampoo and conditioner. Then she shaved and got out. She dried off and put I her clothes, then dashed back to Kristelle's room. Once she got back to the white room sprinkled with dazzling jems, her hair was totally dry, revealing her beautiful chocolate colored hair. Kristelle had finished sobbing, and she had removed her makeup, Brooke could tell by the multi colored tissues scattered all over the floor. More work. Yay. Brooke thought sarcastically. Kristelle whipped around. Her icy blue eyes suddenly melted into a beautiful aqua, identical to Brooke's. That wasn't the only thing identical though. "You stole my face!" Kristelle accused Brooke. Brooke just sighed. "MOM! DAD!!!" yelled Kristelle. Brooke heard their footsteps on the stairs. I heard the loud clumps and the delicate pitter patter of the high heels on the glass staircase. They walked in, "yes kris-" they stopped short when they saw them both. Her mother glanced at her father. "It's time," she said "Time for what?" we both inquired. "The truth." she said. юююююююююююююююююююююю
юююююююююююююююююююююю Brooke dashed to the nearest bathroom, of course, Kristelle had many bathrooms in her room, but slaves were only allowed to clean them, not use them. Alright...thirty feet down the hall...take a left....second right....right again 29 feet, bathroom. Brooke said the directions out loud. Brooke undressed and jumped into the shower. Daringly, she used Kristelle's fancy shampoo and conditioner. Then she shaved and got out. She dried off and put I her clothes, then dashed back to Kristelle's room. Once she got back to the white room sprinkled with dazzling jems, her hair was totally dry, revealing her beautiful chocolate colored hair. Kristelle had finished sobbing, and she had removed her makeup, Brooke could tell by the multi colored tissues scattered all over the floor. More work. Yay. Brooke thought sarcastically. Kristelle whipped around. Her icy blue eyes suddenly melted into a beautiful aqua, identical to Brooke's. That wasn't the only thing identical though. "You stole my face!" Kristelle accused Brooke. Brooke just sighed. "MOM! DAD!!!" yelled Kristelle. Brooke heard their footsteps on the stairs. I heard the loud clumps and the delicate pitter patter of the high heels on the glass staircase. They walked in, "yes kris-" they stopped short when they saw them both. Her mother glanced at her father. "It's time," she said "Time for what?" we both inquired. "The truth." she said. юююююююююююююююююююююю
юююююююююююююююююююююю "You're fired. Get out." Paris ordered. "What? But… you can't fire me! Where will I go?" Brooke glanced wildly at the faces of the three Merricks. "Out in the streets," Charles smirked. Kristelle inspected Brooke closer, trying to spot one difference. But there was none. Instead, she noticed a look of terror, of hopelessness, that made her feel something she had never felt before. Guilt. This was her fault, for summoning her parents. And when Kristelle had first seen Brooke, the missing part seemed to fill in. Her other half clicked into place. "Let her stay," she muttered quietly. "Do you know how stressed Kristelle is? This life may look easy, but she's been working nonstop for her eighteenth birthday. Filthy slaves know nothing of this, and you go prancing around, upsetting her?" Paris snapped, ignoring Kristelle. "I'm giving you five minutes. If you're not out by then, I'm calling the guards," Charles added. Brooke turned to Kristelle, her eyes blazing with hatred. "Fine. I'll leave. But just for the record, I was the one who threw your puppy into the streets. I was the one who kept taking your makeup and your jewelry. I couldn't stand it. You treated us like dirt on the bottom of your shoe, while we had to grovel at your feet. It was nauseating. So you know what? I'm glad to leave." She spun on her heel and dashed out of the room. Kristelle stood there, stunned. Her missing piece had just came into her life then left in a few minutes. "I'm so sorry, darling," Paris soothed. "I'll make it up to you, don't worry. Now, how about you go put your makeup back on? You don't want to miss your dancing lessons, or your fencing lessons after that!" "Remember your essay, dear," Charles reminded. "For your tutor." Kristelle sighed, heading to the bathroom. "Why couldn't you have let her stay?" She grumbled. "You know she was being a disturbance, dear. Remember, those slaves are terrible. Filthy. You should loath them," came the distracted response. Kristelle began to pile on layer after layer of makeup, concealing her plain features as well as she wanted to bury her kind thoughts about Brooke. It wasn't tradition for them to feel any kind of compassion for slaves. She wished she could just forget about Brooke altogether. If only it were that easy. юююююююююююююююююююююю
юююююююююююююююююююююю Stupid Merrick's. Brooke thought. All she did was ACCIDENTALLY bump into something, all she did was take a shower, like Kristelle ASKED her to do. But no, she just got fired, not to mention, fired from the job she didn't even want. As much as she hated that job though, it was the only thing keeping her alive. Sure, she was under payed, but those $5 per hour gave her food. Food to survive. Now she only had $60 left over. Brooke thought of how evil Charles' grin was. How awful Paris' words were. But worst of all, the look on Kristelle's face. It was...guilt...something a master should never feel for her slave. Where should I go...she wondered. She first had to walk down the marble staircase, through the door, down the long, gravel, private driveway. Not too mention all on her bare feet. The cold rocks pierced through her feet. By the time she got down the driveway and out of the neighborhood, she blisters and scratches covering her feet. Now she was in the middle of no where, with only streets leading to the bustling towns of London. But how would Brooke know how to get there? Luck. She took the left street, and headed straight, where most of the cars were going. By following the directions of the cars, she ended up in the busy town. Looking at her surroundings, she saw tons of shops, hotels, and food. Food on the street, food on posters, and obviously, food in stores. Their were also places to eat the food! She head into one shop, and bought two cheap $2.50 blankets and a tiny pillow for $5. "That'll be $10." said the cashier. No extra charge! Yes! Thought Brooke. She kept on shopping, in the end, she had the blanket, the pillow, an axe, some twine, and a fishing pole. She had $35 left over. It was around 2:30. She still had time to find somewhere to "live". Taking a long walk, she found a quiet pond. Looking around, there were no other signs of civilization, only trees. This is it, she thought, my new home. Trekking further into the pond, she found a nice, clear spot, right next to the water. Taking her axe, she went around chopping some trees down. She used the twine to tie it all together. At around 7:15, she had a small cabin. She made a bed out of the logs, and using some leaves, she made a "comforter" and put one of her blankets on top of it to use as a sheet. The final touch was a pillow. Perfect. Brooke was wiped out. As quick as she could, she crawled into her bed, finding it was much more comfortable then her "bed" at the Merrick's. Closing her eyes, she drifted into a long, peaceful sleep. юююююююююююююююююююююю
No it's not working fail lol юююююююююююююююююююююю Kristelle leaned back against the ruby red velvet cushions and sighed softly. Every muscle in her body felt weary and worn out, as it always was after each day. But, as she constantly told herself, it was all worth it. She needed to have this much knowledge, this much experience, by the time she turned eighteen. For that was the Merrick way. I can't wait for her birthday, a melodic voice said softly. And I can't wait for when Kristelle sees her surprise. She'll love it! Kristelle glanced over at Paris. "Mother, did you say something? About my surprise for my birthday?" She questioned. Paris turned. "No, I didn't," she answered. How odd. It's almost as if she knows. But I'm keeping her surprise such a secret! No one knows about it! Kristelle frowned, puzzled. "Are you sure? I thought you just said you're keeping my surprise a secret." Paris looked alarmed. "No, honey. I didn't say anything." She quickly rose and strode out of the room. "Well, that was weird," Kristelle muttered. "She definitely said something." Getting up to go to her bedchamber, she almost missed her mother's lingering voice whispering faintly in her head. It's almost as if she can read my mind. юююююююююююююююююююююю