Freedom for Leatta

Laughter filled her ears, wind on her face. She was running, running, running at full speed, finally, she thought, I can fly! She readied herself for take off, her heart beating faster and faster, she could feel her feet slowly leaving ground as she ran further and further. Then, she woke up.

Leatta sat bolt upright, perspiration forming like beads on her forehead and the tip of her nose. She dove under the covers and started to fight the blankets as if she were battling with them to vent her frustration. Everyone has their own demons. Leatta kicked and flared and tossed around until finally, she figured out that she was just wasting her time. She glanced at the clock that stood at the very corner of the room, it was huge and old with a face that looked as if it had seen everything that has happened for over hundreds of years in that room, standing silently like an old man with wisdom beyond compare. It showed 8:41. Leatta groaned as she slid out of bed. Her mistress will not be pleased.

Mrs O'Nelly figured out that breakfast at 8.58 would be the best time because it had double numbers and it was early. How she jumped to this ludicrous conclusion still baffles Leatta. Leatta made her way to the kitchens where the smell of sweet roast and honey filled the air, she gathered the four plates and teacups, being extremely careful with the expensive china. Quickly, she set them on the dining table, hoping that Mrs O'Nelly is taking her time to change into the first set of dresses for the day. Leatta loathed the punctuality of the famous O'Nellys, they were never late and always early or on time. They were the standards of Montfort, an old town by the side of the sea. The O'Nellys were there for as long as the people remembered, slowly rising the ranks before taking control of almost everything in MontFort. 

Leatta heard the stairs moan as the huge lady lumbered downstairs. Rather ungraceful, although she tries to be, Mrs Regena O'Nelly was a little large for a lady. Her head was round and her blonde hair was more like a frizz than a curl. She stood tall with a full bosom and incredibly pinched waist with the help of corsets. Her hands and feet were huge and the townsmen swore that they were sure she was the offspring of a giant and a man.

"Leatta!" She roared, "Brrring me my morning tea!"

Mrs O'Nelly sat herself down at the end of the table as the rest of the family slowly made their way down. Gertrude O'Nelly was the total opposite of Mrs O'Nelly, she was graceful, meek and soft. Although she had a willowy frame, Gertrude was a strong woman, fearless and willing to take on the world at seventeen. No one would have guessed that Gertrude was ever related to Regena O'Nelly if not for the family necklace that the O'Nellys wore. Gertrude had her mother's green eyes, deep and mysterious. Her nose was sharp but not enough to take away the softness of her features with a small, perfectly shaped mouth. Gertrude looked truly like royalty.

Leatta smiled as Ms Gertrude sat beside her mother, Ms Gertrude was always nice to Leatta unlike Mrs O'Nelly. The breakfast bell rang and Mrs O'Nelly took a deep breath and hollered, "Harrrold! I told you to get down here now! Brrring Herrrman with you!" Leatta sighed, the start of the day was always the same.

Author's Note

This is part of a story I thought up. I don't really want to complete it so I randomly thought of a title. In any case, Leatta will escape the O'Nellys and their dirty secrets and games. I don't want to continue because I know I'll get bored. Feel free to continue this part onwards. If you want me to read it, comment it and give me the link, I'll be very interested:D