Jimmie McEGO!!! And country life.
I remember spending the night on a soft, proper bed in the basement. I was so grateful. Makes a change from a thin mattress and no blanket. It was morning and I was bustling about in the kitchen, hoping to earn my keep. "Hmmm, yeh yeh, hmmmm hmmm..." I started humming the tune to my fave song, ok, one of the only songs I knew. The sound of crispy, sizzeling omelette made my mouth water. I peered at the breakfast I was cooking. Nice. Soft on the inside and crunchy on the outside. This was one of my best omelettes by far. I slid it onto a china plate, then cracked some more eggs incase there were more people or someone wanted seconds. "Da da da, da da di da da!" I grabbed a broom and started wirling around the kitchen with it. "Good morning, oh mighty sun..." I sang sweetly. I felt free here, freer an ever, and it gave me knew courage. I flipped the omelette. "Oh good morning, to the birds!" Twirl. "Good morning, to the clouds...da da da..." My voice was loud and strong and free. I slid the omelette onto another plate and started to make another. "Goodmorning, goodmorning, to everything that makes a morning...""WHAT ON EARTH!" I jumped and the broom wacked my head and the omelette sizzeling on the pan fell onto the floor and I felt a deep blush spreading across my cheeks. "WHO ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, WALTZING AOUND MY KITCHEN, USING MY BROOM AND MY CHINA PLATES, USING MY EGGS TO MAKE OMELETTES FOR YOURSELF!" "I WASN'T MAKING IT FOR MYSELF!" I yelled back at the fat woman standing in the doorway. She was in a nightgown, and her grey hair was piled up into a tight bun. Her piggy eyes squinted at me. I was in the countrey side. "Get out!" I bustled out of the small kitchen and slammed the door behind me. It wasn't my fault. I was so used to doing chores and making breakfast for 'her highness'. Outside was a beautiful medow, with green grass. Never had the country side been prettier. Their were cows and sheep and pigs and farm animals surrounding me. The houses were so wide apart.
I heard a deep laugh behind me. I turned around, only to see Jimmie laughing in the doorway. He was half naked, only in a pair of pyama shorts. His chest was so muscley, so big, so smooth... He caught me looking at it and laughed even more. "Oh little 'un, getting yurself in trouble already. Don't worry, I explained to mayther what 'use were doin 'ere. She gave u quit a fright din't she?" His accent was so cute but also annoying. "Mayther?" This caused him to laugh so much he was doubling over. "Get use' to the der accent, little un'!" I felt like punching the arrogant pig. "I'm not a little 'un! Call me that and I'll call you Jimmie McEgo!" His pouty mouth spread into an amused grin. "Close, It's Jimmie McCool..." For a moment I thought he was serious. "Go play along little 'un, milk the cowws or something whilst this big boy goes to do big boy stuff with big girls." Big boy! He's only 3 years older than me. He's 8 and I'm 15. I pressume big girls was that amber-eyed girl at the inn, and stuff was their date, ahem, meeting. I stuck my toungue at him and flounced off.
After he had gone, I decided to go apologise to the mother, no 'mayther'. I carefuly walked into the house only to find her throwing my omelettes in the bin. "They weren't that bad..." I protested. She turned around to look at me, then actualy gave me a quick SMILE! "They weren't. Dey were actualy quit gd omelettes they wer'!" I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry... Mayther..." This caused her to crack up laughing. "Getting used to the accent already? Go milk the cows girl!"
Outside, the warm morning sun shone on my back and the grass was soft under my feet. I approached a cow, this is easy. "Come here cow!" The cow gave huge grunt and walked away. "Oi!" I whistled but obviously, it didn't respond. I followed it angrily and leaped towards it's udder. I yanked it hard, causing the cow to "MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" and give me a kick. I fell into a patch of mud. "Stupid cow!" I cursed and ran towards it again, yanking it's tail.The cow, now really annoyed, started charging towards me letting out groans. I squeked and grabbed a shovel. "Come any closer and your dead!" I shrieked.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOOLISH GIRL!!" I turned around to see 'mayther' charging towards me. Scary. Behind me, leaning against a wall, were Jimmie and that girl with amber eyes and brown hair from the inn. They were laughing hard and clutching each other from laughter. Jimmie managed to clap weakly, "Good entertenment!! Haven't seen sumfin laike dis in ages."(He pronounced it agis!) The girl next to him, who was leaning towards him said, "Sh's so stupid. Silly girl, let dis big girl show you how it's done." The 'big girl' who now i know is called Courtny now, started milking the cow properly. Her hands were quick and fast. The 'mayther' clapped her on the back, "Good girl Courtny, yur turning out to be a fine girl!" I was suddenly madly jelous and angry. She had wavy brown hair, to my impossible thick blonde hair, her mysteriouse amber eyes, to my typical, over-larged blue eyes. Her big bust/bossom to my tiny, peach-shaped ones. Although, I do have better curves than her, I have an hourglass figure whilst she has a typical pear with a ginormous backside. She was turning out to be more skillful than me at this stuff too.
"C'mn Jimmie, lets go on our (giggle) date...ahem...meeting" She flashed a look at me. I was confused. I don't like her arrogant precious Jimmie. Jimmie rolled his eyes and trudged behind her, before he gave me a quick, secretive wink. Courtny saw that. For some reason, I was oddly happy that he winked at me. I pinched myself.
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