Hey, guys. Just so you know, this is NOT my story. It's my little sis writing. She wants to use my account so i'm like, 'As long as you write PG only, it's cool.'
Warning: She isn't exactly an awesome speller-OW! Little bitch slapped me...
"Where are my SHOES?"
"I'm busy," Isabelle Lightwood screamed back. "We don't all have our own freakin' set of servants, you know."
"ISABELLE!" Clarissa Morgenstern hollered at the top of her lungs. "Answer the damn door!"
"I'm getting it, I'm getting it..."
"You'll be getting it if you don't answer it in five seconds," Clarissa grumbled.
She heard the front door bang open.
Then: "Oh, you must be the Wayland boy."
Clarissa bristled. "WAYLAND? HE'S THREE FREAKIN' DAYS LATE!"
Faintly she heard a sarcastic voice saying, "Christ, what does Morgenstern feed that banshee?"
She was about to scream at him that she'd tell her father on him but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of yelling again.
"You'll be the one feeding, clothing, serving, and cleaning for her now, Mr. Wayland," Izzy remarked.
"You're kidding," Wayland said flatly.
"Nope," Izzy sang in a sing-song voice, popping the 'p'. "You're required to give her a back massage at nine."
"How about a chest massage?" he suggested hopefully. "Of course, she'd have to-"
"CERTAINTLY NOT," Clarissa tore the door open, stomping her way down the stairs and glaring at Isabelle. "Fire him."
Izzy looked clearly amused, but kept her face carefully composed. "I'm afraid I don't have the power to do that, Ms. Morgenstern," she said sweetly.
Clarissa stomped her foot again. "Then CALL MY FATHER!"
Izzy shook her head. "And risk being fired? You call him."
Clarissa fought the urge to claw at the maid's face. "I could fire you faster than you can say 'prostitute', you bitch."
Turning her back on her, she repressed the urge to drool at her new servant.
He was tall, lean, with silky blond curls, golden skin and golden eyes.
She scowled at him. "Since I can't fire you YET," she snarled 'yet'. "Go assist Kaelie with the plumbing duties."
Wayland wrinkled his nose. "I knew I should've gone to military school," he grumbled as he stalked away.
Clarissa sighed and glanced at Isabelle, and noticed with horror, that she was ogling after the blond.
To her surprise, she felt bitter resentment flare in her chest.
"Isabelle?" she growled. The dark-haired girl glanced at her. "Yes?"
"Go find my damn shoes or you're sleeping in the stables with the pigs."
This is betaed by my older sister who is...singing along with Justin Bieber? WTF?
Review, please. Anything to get rid of this image.