9.

When I finished putting on my clothes, a white skinny jeans with a black t-shirt on top of it, I got out of the bathroom and found the maid tidying up my bedroom. It wasn't a big problem or something, but I can do it myself. She doesn't have to do it for me. If I made the mess, I shall clean it.

I should become a poetic.

"Come sit down, lady." I said jokingly, which made her even more nervous than she probably already is. Once a mean witch, always a cruell bitch.

Told yah, poetrie.

The maid sat down nervously and looked down at the ground, looking extremely vulnerable and afraid.

Scared shitless, if you ask me.

"Yes, miss." Her voice was extremely soft and monotone. When she talked to me before hand I noticed how she looks away everytime I try to make eyecontact. I don't know how she became this way, but the people who did this must be as cruell as an angry bull.

And those bulls can be really creepy. I watched an episode of some kind of bull serie. And I almost peed my pants from laughing. Untill he pierced someone with his hornes. I almost puked...

Anyway, back to the present.

The maid had her hands clasped together in her lap, her feet were closed against each other and her head wad hanging low, avouding any kind if eyecontact.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

Because to be fair, I should really ask people their names. 'Cause 'the king' and 'the maid' are getting awefully annoying. It will take me sometime to remember them all, though. Okay, let me tell you something. I've been in the same class for two years now. And I still do not know the name from the girl sitting behind me in chemistry class. How bad is that, right?  I keep calling her 'piggy' in my head. 'Cause she has this cute noise that's shaped like a pigs noise. Like pennelope.

"Lily." Her voice was extremely soft, I had to lean forewards to hear it.

"Hello, Lily. I'm Kasey." I said holding out my hand. Which was polite in my oppinion.

But in hers, I seemed a freaking alien from the way she stared at my hand.

And, no, there's no chlamydia on my hands. I'm hundred percent safe. Okay, ninety-nine. What kind of bullshit is that, by the way. Why the fuck would they make something that has one percent chance of getting pregnant or a decease. That's just completely crazy. I mean, nobody is waiting for a baby when they're using a condom or the pill. Or even both. The half of those children out there are unplanned and unwilled. You never know, girls and boys, you may just be some stupid mistake from your horny parents.

Lily shook my hand which made me return from my deep thoughts. "Nice to meet you, miss Kasey."

"Just 'Kasey' will do just fine, Lily." I said smiling at her angelic face. It was truly beautiful, she had a slightly croocked nose which fitted great with her diamond shaped face. Her cheeks were slightly puffy and her blue eyes were the highest point from her whole face. They were absolutely magnetizing. I felt a little bit yealous, actually. With just my plain black hair and my grey eyes.

"Ok, Kasey." Lily stood up and grabbed her broom which was laying beside her feet on the ground, "I'll be returning to cleaning your room now, mi-Kasey." She shook her head at her small mistake and frowned slightly. "Sorry." She muttered softly before looking away again.

"It's okay, Lily. No problem. And I'll be helping to clean my room, if you don't mind."

The suprise she showed in her eyes confirmed my suspisions. The others who live here never help her or talk to her.

Just from the way she responded to my words I knew that this was unusually for her. "That won't be needed, miss. My king is waiting for you downstairs, miss. He'll punish me for not doing my job, miss."

"Oh, ok. Just keep the bed and the closet untouched, please. And thank you, for the cleaning and all. I appreciate it."

The thought of Lily being punished for not cleaning my room is absolutely ridiculous. Why would she need punishment for that? Aren't I the one who doesn't need her help in cleaning my own room? I'm the one who'd turn her offer, of cleaning, down.

I walked out of my room and looked around in the hallway.

This will be one hell of a adventure. I thought to myself when I realized I had truly no idea where to go.

First of all, where is the king? Lily may have mentioned it, but I already forgot that, so, that's just great.

Second, which way should I go? There are seriousky four paths to choose from.

Third, which way is the kitchen? 'Cause that's just important.

And lastly, will there be any more of that delicious chocolat tart? 'Cause I'm hungry like hell.

I looked to my right and spotted a long, wide hallway. There were more then ten doors covering the walls. And when I looked to my left, I spotted exactly the same.

Now, please enlighten me, how the hell do I get to my chocolat tart?