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Bessie walked down the stone path. The gravel
crunched warmly under her feet. Huey walked behind her. Bessie
walked over to the creek and leaned over until she would nearly
fall in. She snapped off the overhanging branches and put them on
her shoulders. She started to walk back across the gravel. She
didn't wait for Huey. Bessie shifted her feet up the hill. She
walked back across the field of over grown grass and sticks. She
moved the firewood to another spot on her bruised and aching
shoulders. Bessie looked back. She could see a small figure who
would be Huey. Bessie screwed up her face. Huey looked a long way
off. Bessie continued walking across the field. Giant houses came
into view. Bessie walked into the centre of the giant houses. She
walked down the side of one particular house. Firewood was
already stacked up high. Bessie let the wood roll off her
shoulders. It rolled neatly into place.
Bessie was twelve. She had knotted chocolate
brown hair with hard-working brown, milky eyes, filthy white skin
and a long fringe that came down to the bridge of her nose. She
was hard-working and outgoing. She worked as a servant with her
brother Huey at the manor. She wore a brown dress with a white
apron that had being brown for months and bare feet. Bessie had
bruised shoulders, cut hands and splinters covering her feet. Her
face was covered in dirt. Bessie never bathed, she didn't have
time. She was a brilliant artist and an alright hunter, her
brother was better though.
Huey caught up with Bessie just as she was
going inside the house.
Huey was the same age as Bessie. He had the
same chocolate brown hair with glassy blue eyes and filthy white
skin. His teeth were brown-yellow and his feet were black. He was
bruised from the knee down and his jaw was strong. He was a good
climber and hunter. Huey wore no shoes, brown shorts that went to
his knees and an old brown t-shirt with a vest that had only ever
being torn into place and never sown.
Bessie was inside this giant manor that was
three storeys tall. Cream carpet covered the floor with red and
gold round rugs under tables and desks. Huey walked upstairs. It
was nearly evening. The Master was nearly home. The Mistress
would probably be upstairs in the piano room. The children were
in the Nursery and the servants were everywhere. Bessie and Huey
walked into the kitchen. Bessie took the wine and poured it into
the glass cups and handed them to Huey. Huey took them and left
the kitchen. He walked to the wooden table that had wooden chairs
all pushed in to their maximum. He placed the drinks at the heads
of the table.
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