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    The Curse

    Chapter 2 – Oops

    23rd September 1916

    It was a lovely day out, the sun was rising, and the light streamed in through the windows on to my bed. Yesterday had been perfect, Edward had showed me around the entire house, and I met all of my colleges. I learned that the old man at the door was Albert the Butler! And that the cook was called Shelly, who was lovely, I wasn’t that keen on the gardener though. But oh well.

    I can’t be bothered to get up, I laughed to myself.

    I jumped up and went to get changed, this time the buttons on my dress didn’t bother me. And I managed to do them up in no time at all. Must be all the excitement.

    I wondered to myself what the time was, after doing my hair into a scruffy bun, I trailed down the stairs. Tip toeing past Edwards’s door, trying not to wake him. But failed as I tripped over my own foot, and landed face first on the wooden floor, with a massive KLUNK! Aw crap! I thought. I got up and turned to look at the door which had been closed was now open, and in the doorway was stood Edward laughing at me! I blushed furiously, which only made him laugh more, before apologizing and heading down the stairs. Carefully trying not to look at him through the banisters, he was probably still laughing at me.

    When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw Shelly carrying a big sack of potatoes; she smiled at me before walking into the kitchen. Shelly was in her thirties, with bright red radiant hair, which was a mass of curls on her head.

    I followed her into the kitchen, where she told me to help get the breakfast ready, I smiled eagerly, and began by getting all the food out. She told me she was cooking a full-English. Which I’d never heard of, apparently it was a speciality in England. The room filled with the smell of bacon and sausages. I helped Shelly plate up the food, and carried a pot of tea into the Dinning Room. All of the Masen’s were sat around the table, Mr. Masen was reading a paper, and Mrs Masen, was talking to her son. I tried to avoid looking at Edward; otherwise he would probably laugh again.

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