Life at the Haystars

Many months later......

"The water is too hot!" Coral screamed, knocking over the bowl of water placed in her front for her to soak her two feet in. The water splattered everywhere, burning Azalea's kneel slightly because of the manner at which it had fallen.

"Can you see? My room is covered in water now you sheep!" She yelled again and kicked her legs at Azalea, who was trying to mop the water quickly off the floor and had dodged it immediately.

That action aggravated Coral again as she glared at the maid, who remain flinty-eyed no matter what they did or said to her. It was like she was emotionless and icy cold, and never seemed to mind anything that ever happened.

"Get out of this place now with your ugly looks," Coral ordered and sneered, before turning to lie on her bed. She just hated the maid that served her for every reason, in the way she walked, talked and served. Everything!

The thought of the day when one of her friends had made a remark about the new maid, her flawless