“C’mon you great lump! Get up!” cried the housemaid of Bell Manor. She began hitting the ceiling with a broomstick. Andrew, the boy who grumbled and groaned as she made this racket, was the one who was in an oak made bed with curtains surrounding it. Andrew parted the blood-red curtains as he woke up. Andrew was about seventeen years old, he had a round face, and a small nose that was engulfed with zits. He also had brown, slicked hair that was in extreme need of a brush, and the only thing that wasn’t…lack luster, about his face was his eyes. His eyes were beautiful green that sparkled like emeralds.

 
Enough about Andrew, let’s go back to when the housemaid, Ms.Clamford, or as Andrew and his younger sister, Lisa, called her, Mr.Clamford, for she had a voice that would be fit enough for a very beefy man. “If ya’ don’t get down this instant, I’ll feed your breakfast to them dim witted dogs of yours!” screeched Ms.Clamford, “Go ahead then!” yelled Andrew, “I’m not gonna eat that rubbish anyway!” “Why I ‘oughta rip ya’ limb from limb!” shouted Ms.Clamford, “Me’ porridge is as good as any rubbish that you get at them fancy diners that your mum and dad would take you and your babbling sister! You’re all spoiled ya’ hear me! SPOILED!”

“Ahh, would you just shut up you old hag!” retorted Andrew, “HAG?!” yelled Ms.Clamford, “You had better say goodbye to that fat ass of yours if you don’t come down he this instant! Your lucky your parents are in Africa right now because they wouldn’t like coming back home finding their, ‘sweet Andrew!'” (Ms.Clamford spoke in a very mocking and high pitched voice mimicking his mother.) “You had better shut that wide mouth of yours, otherwise I’m not coming down their just to eat your filthy porridge!” Then Lisa came into the argument. “You guys are fighting every morning now, I’m practically putting almost everything in my room around my ears so I don’t have to hear you two bickering and blabbing all the time!” This was one of the first times Lisa had an outburst and really meant it. The entire house fell silent, all you could hear was the ticking of the gigantic grandfather clock that hung in the long hallway downstairs.

Then finally Andrew broke the silence. “Now Lisa, don’t get into this. This is between Mr.Clamford and I.” he said this in a very gentle voice, yet there was a small hint of joke in his voice. Lisa giggled, and Ms.Clamford screeched, “Mr.Clamford? You brats! Wait till your little mummy and daddy come home, for I’m gonna have a serious discussion with them about how you little rats have been actin’!” she said this with a sort of homicidal tone that made Andrew and Lisa quiver.

In the late afternoon, Andrew and Lisa wanted to give Ms.Clamford a taste of her own medicine. They whipped up a plan as quick as that. “You know how she always asks us make her a sandwich?” asked Andrew to Lisa. “What we’ll do is instead of putting her extra spicy mustard on her sandwich, we’ll put yellow paint!” Lisa gave him a devious smile. “That sounds wonderful.” said Lisa. “It’ll really give her the boot!”

They both laughed as they ran to the cellar to fetch the paint. At four o’clock, Ms.Clamford asked for her daily sandwich. Andrew and Lisa had emptied out all of the mustard and had poured the paint into the bottle. “Well hurry up you two, on the double!” screeched Ms.Clamford. Andrew and Lisa put ham, lettuce, tomato, cheese, onion, pepper, and their little surprise, on the sandwich. They went over to Ms.Clamford, sitting on a wooden chair listening to the radio. “Oh give me that!” exclaimed Ms.Clamford as she snatched it away from Lisa’s hands. Ms.Clamford licked her chops and took one bite out of the sandwich. “AAAAHHHHH!!” screamed Ms.Clamford. “What have you done to me? You’ve poisoned me!” she dropped to the floor, gasping for breath (even though she could breath perfectly normal). “You savages, I’ll rip your heads off. Wait till your mummy and daddy hear about this-COUGH!COUGH! I’ll get you back, you’ll see, I’ll be back, but for the time being, I am resigning my duties. Only people who have hit in the head with a mallet would want to watch over you little pests!” Ms.Clamford walked down the hall, still coughing, and stomped out the door without another word.