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A Maid Named Amy Chapter 1

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December 5th

     Sometimes it feels like I'm living a fairy tale; Cinderella to be exact. No, my dad isn't dead and I don't have two ugly step sisters. Actually, I have three step sisters and five blood sisters. I know, right? That's a lot of kids. What, did my mom try to get knocked up as much as possible? No, she didn't, nevertheless you'd think that, wouldn't you? But back to my point: none of us are ugly. I and my blood sisters (all except for Alana) all have farmer beauty, although some don't think so. My step mother and her daughters (and Alana) all have plastic surgery beauty.

     So that cancels out that part of Cinderella. Next, my mother isn't dead either. She's still alive and well, I mean, as well as a pregnant female can get. And I don't have an evil step – mother. She's only mildly evil. One of my sister's takes the cake for the evil step – mom role. Does my family hate me? No. Does my step – family hate me? Only one member of it does. Also, Cinderella was a maid, right? Guess who's also a maid? That's right, I am. I have a job at Joe's Cleaning Service. It's not like I wanted it, and neither did my sister Avery, but its money we need.

     And finally, am I in love with a prince? Well . . . he's not exactly "royalty" but he's extremely close to it. He's kind of the most popular dude in school . . . okay, so the city has a parade for him every year. Why wouldn't they, he saves everyone from Dr. Eggman; especially me. However, unlike Cinderella, I know my prince very well. He's my best friend, has been since I was twelve. But like Cinderella, he doesn't pay any attention to me the way I want him too, like he barely notices me.

     So yeah, that's my life.

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     I was going to die. As soon as I walked through those solid oak doors, I was going to die. I would get glomped by Aden and Alyssa. I would be ignored by my dad. I would be put to work by Tascha. And as for Alana and my step brothers and sisters? It was different every time I visited.

     I took a deep breath and held it in as my hand reached toward the doorbell. I pressed the button and a loud, elegant chime went off inside. The door was opened by a black fox with white bangs that fell over her sharp blue eyes. She wore an open, bright blue vest, white gloves, grey jeans, and white sandals. Her face was glowing brightly with happiness, but dulled boringly as she saw me.

     "Oh, it's just you," she muttered and walked back into the house.

     "Nice to see you too, Zelena," I followed her into the front hallway.

     To say that the Fox's were rich was the understatement of the century! The entire floor was tiled with bright gold. The walls were painted aqua with a golden trim. On both sides of the oak door were white podiums with tiger lilies of all sorts of colors in gold vases upon them. I wandered around the hallway for a while with my pink trunk until I heard two small voices coming from the other room.

     "Is she here? Is she here?"

     "Yes, she's in the hallway,"

     "SISSY!"

     "SISSY!"

     Two little hedgehoglettes raced around the corner and straight into me. They both jumped up and down and hugged at my legs.

     "SISSY! SISSY! We missed you!" they squealed.

     Aden was the oldest of the twins. They're both five years old, but she came out two and a half minutes earlier than Alyssa did. Both of them had a very light, baby pink fur, light peach skin like mine, and light brown eyes. They were the same height, same weight . . . the only way you could tell them apart was their personalities and that Aden wore a plum purple tank top with a dark blue vest over it, blue jean Capri, white gloves, and purple sneakers and she had short, straight hair and a plum purple headband. Alyssa wore a dark green tank top with a light green vest over it, blue jean Capri, white gloves, and light blue sneakers and she had medium long, curly hair and a dark green headband. Aden's name meant fiery one. Alyssa's name meant sane one. They were total opposites, but they balanced each other out. Sometimes Aden would lose her temper or get too out of control and Alyssa would swoop in and calm her down, made her see reason. And then there were times Alyssa was too calm, too sane about everything and Aden would liven her up a bit.

     "I missed you guys too," I hugged them close, "Are you excited to see Momma?"

     That made them squeal louder, "Momma! Momma!"

     "Amy, darling, it's so good to see you!" Tascha, my step mother, came and gave me one of those light air hugs where you barely even touched them and air kissed my cheeks.

     "You too, Tascha," I lied.

     The elegant chime that was the doorbell rang once more. Zelena answered the door and squeeled as a boy pulled her into his arms and began kissing her. She was so enthusiastic by the male that she litterally jumped into his arms. Her thin black legs wrapped around his waist while his hands drifted to lower and more sensual places. The boy carried her up the grand marble stair case, gasping and moaning, to the very back of the house, where Tascha and I heard her bedroom door close with a slam.

     She pursued her big red lips into a smile and led me through the house, "Now dear, I'm sorry to drop this on you, but Jared and I have to leave in a few hours and there is just too much work to be done on the house and we just can't do it alone – " this, of course, is a lie. Dad and Tascha never did anything that involves work other than fashion designs and limo driving, " – so as soon as you're settled I need you to do the dishes, sweep and mop all the tile floors, water the plants, clean Harry's room, go grocery shopping . . . "

     This was what she did every single time I came to visit. Apparently, since I'm a maid at Joe's Cleaning Service, she takes advantage of it and gives me a huge list of chores every day. The question, if you ever ask her, "How come you don't hire a maid?" would receive the answer, "Hone, why get a maid when I have one right here that I don't even have to pay?" from her.

     Tascha looked a lot like her daughters. She had silky black and white fur, short black hair and white bangs that covered one of her two aqua eyes she had. She wore a strapless red shirt with long sleeves, the same grey jeans as Zelena, white gloves, and red pumps.

     After the long list of things – to – do, she left me in the doorway of my temporary bedroom. The girls hung around me for a while, talking to me, helping me unpack, jumping on my bed, before getting bored and going outside to play in the snow. I sat on the multicolored striped comforter and punched a number into my cell phone. I pressed it to my ear and listened to it ring before someone answered.

     "Hello?" she answered.

     "Hi, Kai, it's Amy," I said in a small voice.

     "Hey, did you get to your dad's alright?"

     "Yes,"

     "So how's it going?"

     "Well, Tascha gave me another huge list of chores, and the twins were all over me,"

     "How about the steps?"

     "Zelena seems to be disappointed that I'm here. No sign of Daphnee, Irine, or Harry yet,"

     "Doesn't seem so bad,"

     "Not yet," I sighed.

     "So what are you afraid of?" she asked.

     "Alana," I whispered.

     Alanna is the oldest of the Rose kids. She used to be my favorite sister because she spent a lot of time with me, gave me advice that actually worked, and helped me through everything. Sounds like a typical big sister, right? Well, she acted a little more like a mother, because mine was stuck in bed with dad a lot and was never around. She was. She was always there.

     Not anymore.

     "Just avoid her as much as possible," Kai suggested.

     "That's kind of hard when you share a room with her." I told her, glancing at the half of the room that was covered with posters of boy bands, pictures of herself, her friends, boyfriends and ex – boyfriends, Sonic . . .

     "Oh yeah, that's pretty tough," she muttered, "Well, at least we can enjoy her Masquerade Ball."

     "I don't think 'enjoy' would be the right word. Maybe destroy or tear down or even obliterate would be the right choice,"

     "Oh ha ha, very funny,"

     "Do I have to go, Kai?"

     "Yes, because I'm almost done making your dress. You, Avery, Magenna, Danielle, Shelby, Lani, Lindsey, and I are all going. And who knows, maybe you'll meet a cute guy, fall in love, get married in a couple years, and live happily ever after!"

     I rolled my eyes, "Guys don't even know I exist,"

     "How are they supposed to know you exist if you keep hiding under sunglasses, leather jackets, and hats? Or if you don't go out enough?" she demanded.

     "I also have Matt," I reminded.

      "Matt's a bastard, you need to get rid of him,"

     "Kai, he's really nice and funny and – "

     "And he always had his hands in the wrong places, and he drinks and smokes and he's annoying and I see him flirting with billions of – "

     "That's enough, Kai," I interrupted.

     "Okay, fine, but I still hate him," she huffed. There was some muffled talking on the other line and I heard her sigh angrily, "I have to go,"

     "Alright,"

     "You ARE going to the ball, though,"

     "Fine, fine, bye,"

     "Bye," I was about to hang up until I heard more talking.

     "Mom, I thought I told you to be careful,"

     "I was careful, sweetheart, but it's just too hard,"

     " . . . how is opening a can of peas hard?!"

     "It's hard because I can't find a can opener."

     "So decide to torture the can until your fingers started bleeding?"

     "The lid was being stubborn. It didn't want to come off. Oh, here's the can opener!"

     "I am never letting you cook again,"

      "Um, Kai?" I asked.

     "Yes,"

     "You didn't hang up," I tried not to giggle.

     " . . . oh . . . um . . . bye!" and she hung up.
YAY! I FINALLY GOT THE FIRST CHAPTER DONE! :D :dummy: :la: :party: :excited:

Did you guys know I'm doing three stories? "Prom Disaster", "A Maid Named Amy", and "Girl From Another World"

Dats a lota stories to be writtin mon!

Amy (c) SEGA

Lindsey (c) :iconicerose05:

Lani (c) :iconsonamyluffer6:

Kai (c) :iconkailitawhite:

Shelby (c) :iconvampirelover12123434:

Chapter 2: [link]

Trailor: [link]
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In december 5th,It's my birthday!!!Jej!