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I wake up, opening my eyes to see my alarm clock. Its 7:30am. 7:30?!?! I immediately get out of bed and grab my bathrobe. I can't believe this! Where is Francine and why hasn't she woken me? I need to be up at 6:45 at the very latest in order to get showered and ready for school. It takes 20 minutes alone to blow dry my hair and she knows that! Ugh! She is really going to hear about this, I better let my father know.
I stomp down the stairs and see my parents both sitting in the dining room. They are both drinking tea but I guess they've already finished breakfast because all the dishes have been cleared. "DADDY! You'll never believe this! Francine forgot to wake me! I can't go to school like this, I'm going to be late! You'll have to talk to her because I can't be late, this is just not acceptable!!"
My mother raises her eyebrows at me and beckons me to sit. My father clears his throat. "Yes, it appears there's been a mutiny of some kind." he says between sips of tea "As none of the servants have shown up so far."
My jaw drops. "None of the servants? What do you mean NONE OF THE SERVANTS? Who is going to dry my hair and do my laundry? Who is going to drive me to school? Is that why there's no breakfast? Daddy, you can't let them get away with this! Just fire them all and hire new ones! I never liked Francine anyway...."
"Now dear," my mother says placing her hand calmly on mine "it seems its not quite that simple..." My father gets up and crosses the room, turning on the TV. The local news cuts to a reporter at Buckingham Palace, whose staff and servants have all mysteriously disappeared.
"It seems we are not the only ones affected" he says as he walks back to the table "And I've already phoned the Adamsons and the Williamses and they both say the same; all the staff have simply vanished."
"B-b-but what are we going to do daddy?" I say, I can feel my eyes welling up with tears already. I can't believe this, it can't be true. "Surely this must be some kind of sick joke, right?"
My mom shakes her head slowly. "I'm afraid not, my dear. It seems as though they're well and truly gone. All over the world the lower classes have vanished. No one has been able to locate a servant, driver, gardner, cook or maid since sometime last night. Even the homeless seem to have gone."
"Well, that's something, I guess." I say crossing my arms in front of me and sinking back into my chair. "Surely there must be someone who can help us though? Right?"
Suddenly an ear piercing scream interrupts us. It sounds like Jake, my younger brother. We all immediately run upstairs where we find Jake sitting on the toilet in his ensuite bathroom. "WHERE IS DAVIS???" He cries from the throne. My father sighs and my mother shakes her head and averts her eyes.
"He's gone, I'm afraid" my father says sadly
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S GONE? HE CAN'T BE GONE! WHO IS GOING TO WIPE MY BUM?"
We all stand there, awkwardly. None of us are prepared to answer that question. "You'll simply have to do it yourself. You're a big boy now." My brother responds with another ear piercing scream. "SOMEONE NEEDS TO WIPE MY BUM RIGHT NOW!"
My mother slowly leaves the room.
"Come on Jake, you can wipe yourself." I tell him.
"NO! DAVIS DOES IT! I NEED DAVIS AND I NEED HIM NOW! I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL DAVIS WIPES MY BUM!"
"Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to learn son, or else you might be there for a very long time." Dad turns on his heel and leaves, I follow behind him.
"What are we going to do dad?" I say tugging at his sleeve.
"Well, we're going to do what our people have always done in these situations."
"What's that?"
"We're going to have to find someone who is not as wealthy as us and force them to wipe your brother's bum."