My eyes remained fixed on the worn out shoes held on my feet, teeth biting on my lower lip hard, tasting the nervousness which crept through the whole of me.

Gaze went searching through the environment, as if expecting something to pop out from one of those corners.

Here I was, stood outside the gate of a mansion, awaiting for the past twenty minutes, contemplating whether to turn away or press the bell.

Part of me itched to turn away, taking the winding path which led back to home, but the other part knew better. It was either this, or going back to what would only be my continued sadness.

I didn't want that.

My eyes soon beheld the crooked sign hung on the mighty gate, stating "HELP WANTED!"

The writings had begun to fade, with the signage looking distressed enough, which only screamed that, this sign had been out here for a very long time.

Whichever it was, there was no turning back now.

Fingers fumbling with each other, feet hesitant, I slowly, more cautiously reached forward, hands slapping the bell placed on the wall.

Eyes were found roaming around the surroundings, with thoughts that threatened to run me mad, having a brief abode in my mind.

I had been forced to leave home at the early hours of dawn, searching for someone to hire me. No matter what the job was, I was ready to take it up.

But every single person I came across, turned me away, refusing me instantly, saying I was too young and ought to be in school, rather than searching for whose floors to scrub, or what restaurant to wait at.

For the past three hours, it was yet the same response I received from each job opening I stumbled upon.

At this point, I was exhausted. In fact, if I received yet another disappointment, I would put a halt to the search, and give my aching legs a rest.

A voice out of nowhere soon blared hard into my ears, causing my whole body having a fall back.

"who are you?" The voice from the microphone bellowed.

They sounded Grumpy, another eminent factor that demotivated me.

"I'm here for the job" I replied.

"what job?" Followed the voice.

"Huh?"

"I don't remember asking anyone to come here for a job." The voice, which sounded like a lady's hollered.

"There's a sign out here which says 'Help wanted' I stated at once, wondering if I rang the right bell, which of course I did.

"oh that!" She called aloud.

"Come on in then" The lady had finally permitted, with her voice taking a softer tone.

The gate growled at my form, its hinges squealing, as it slowly pulled open, making way for my figure.

It screeched so loud, and like it had a mind of its own, it grumbled upon my entrance. Perhaps, this inanimate object was tired of life, and would rather be anywhere than giving way for people, and then shutting back to its position.

If it ever needed anyone talking to, I would in fact, give my ears up, listening to it tell me its sweet little tales, Cause I, in fact was just the perfect person to come close to any wee turmoil the weak gates had been through.

My life's perfect.

Admirable by all.

I pushed my figure in, eyes beholding the beauty that emerged with such magnificence of a house.

Simply putting it was beautiful, was utterly an understatement.

A sweet-tongued person, one just good at narrations, would be the best fit in describing the details of the house mounted in front of me.

Carved in ancient artistic designs, the house brewed of much power, only turning my knees weak, the closer I got.

Who dare own such beauty?

People go on about wealth every day, citing enough about people basking in riches, but I never thought they existed in real life, definitely not around me.

Flowers, all of different colours, surrounded the house, with a fountain stood right at the center of the large building, drizzling on the white ducks which flew around the mini pond.

It this doesn't define luxury, I don't know what would.

The figure of a stout, plump lady, staring blankly at me from the large doorway, caused my legs hurrying up, while my eyes tore away from the object of admiration.

The lady who looked like she was in her fifties, had on her, an apron, paired with a large wooden spoon, secured tightly in her hands.

My eyes refused meeting hers, feet only pushing faster, advancing to her form.

"Mrs Williams will see you now" She called out, while stepping aside and making way for me to proceed in.