Ah-ri
The next day, I wake up to Evil Eomma yelling at me to wake up and get my ass downstairs again. I quickly shower and slip my apron on, running downstairs. "Tonight I'm having a party here for my company." I stare at her like she'd lost her mind. Sure, this house is big and dad's not here, but a party? "Shut that mouth. I need cakes to fill at least thirty mouths, enough of that strawberry juice thing that you make for thirty mouths, I need you to make the house sparkle, and go out and pick up my new dress from the store. The guests will start arriving at five o'clock sharp, so be here before that and I might allow you a day off." She lists off things and goes into her vanity room. I mentally scream in annoyance and it starts raining again. Ugh, think happy thoughts, and then it'll be sunny. Think day off, think about the day off. I repeat to myself and the raining stops, the sun coming back out. I needed to get better control of this weather thing, I think to myself as I make the cakes. By the time I'm done, I'm aching, but I quickly clean the house, making it just as shiny as ever. I go back into the kitchen and make the strawberry juice drink that I always made for me and dad. I close my eyes, wishing he would come home sooner. By the time I was done, it was already four-thirty. I quickly change into my errand clothes and race out to the store. I quickly dodge people on the sidewalk as I run back, but a car hits me hard enough to send me flying into the street. I sit up, eyes watering and a lot of places on my body hurt. I look at my watch and quickly get up, despite the pain, grabbing the box, I run at full speed to the house. I get there ten minutes before five and Evil Eomma looks at me in disdain, eyeing my now bloody clothes. "Go fix yourself up and change into the summer guest uniform." She hisses at me and I slide my shoes off, bringing them with me and I quickly take a shower, bandaging anything that was bleeding and changing into my maid uniform dress. I slide my feet into my black flats and go downstairs, quickly plating the cakes and setting them out along with the glasses of strawberry juice. "Open the door precisely when the guest is at the door." Evil Eomma instructs and she sashays to her vanity room, going to make sure her make-up and hair is perfect. I sigh and stand at the door, ignoring the throbbing of pain going through my body from several different places. Evil Eomma yells from the vanity room "You need to make dinner too! Those cakes are for snacks!" I almost scream in frustration, but notice someone walking up to the door. I quickly open it and many people walk in. I lead show them to the living room and go get Evil Eomma from her vanity room. She comes out walking all elegantly, but trips on the hallway carpet. I cover up my laugh with a cough and she looks at me with devil eyes. She points at the door and I sigh, going to stand by it and opening it as people come in. As I'm waiting for more guests, I look around the room, seeing who was in Evil Eomma's company. There were many middle aged woman and men, but there was also a group of 6 late teens early twenty boys. I quickly return my attention to the door and Evil Eomma comes up to me. "That's all of the guests, go make dinner." She hands me a list of food allergies and shoves me towards the kitchen. I keep my poker face on, but I know my eyes are flashing 'Pissed Off' as I go to the kitchen. I finish making dinner at seven and quickly go set the table for all of the guests I'd counted. I tell Evil Eomma dinner's ready and she announces it. All of her guests fill the dining room in seconds and I serve their food. "But why is there only one servant?" One of the ladies asks Evil Eomma and I roll my eyes slightly. "My other one's are on vacation." Evil Eomma lies and I sigh, finishing serving the food and going back into the kitchen. I quickly make myself a sandwich made out of the leftovers and eat quickly. If it were up to Evil Eomma, I wouldn't even be eating, I'd be waiting on the guests. I rub my arms, I'd felt several pairs of eyes following me as I'd served the food, and it wasn't very comfortable. Someone puts their hand on my shoulder and I jump, spinning around.

Notes

I guess it's a little long...but oh well. It's not like you guys can't read a little more ^-^ I think I'm enjoying writing this fanfic more than my other one (Give Me A Smile). But I like both of them, just not equally so. Please subscribe and comment below! ^-^
~LonerWithNoLifeButKorea