Nt1310 Unit 2 Creative Writing

Rowan cursed his ill luck. Not because of the rain as he sat in the back seat of the impressively expensive towncar. In fact the soft pattering of the rain upon the metal roof was the most comforting part of this entire situation. He had no surname, tradition dictating that he would have taken his father's, had he known who the bastard was. Or what was given to him by his owners had he been younger. But no, unless this family decided to give him one now, Rowan was all that he had to go by. Looking up at the massive mansion in the center of the city, he wondered who could have possibly loved there. It was too large, too much space taken up in his opinion. The caves of the mines seemed more comfortable at this moment. More familiar.

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The entry hall was more massive than he imagined. A dozen homes of his kind could have fit in there alone, and seeing the pair by the stairs he figured that was who he was going to be serving. That thought felt like someone was running a cheese grater against his brain. He would have much preferred to stay in the mines than wait hand and foot upon this child. For that is how he saw her. Whatever race she ended up being, Rowan no longer assumed after once having his nose broken for getting one confused for another, she was smaller than him, and younger. Well. No matter, not like he had a choice at all anymore. Maybe she would get tired of him and they would send him away. That was the best the man could hope …show more content…
"I'm here to replace Yvonne, my name is Rowan. You are getting to be too old for a nanny now aren't you? Big day is it not? Finally old enough to boss someone around it seems." He did not really know what he was supposed to do, besides do what her father orderes. As a blanket command he needed to keep her safe and out of trouble first and foremost, while trying to heed what she wanted. Other than that? It's not like he was raised for