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Chapter Eight.
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"𝓔nola!"The Holmes' girl had no chance to react before a small body was flung at her, nearly knocking her straight over. She gasped, stumbling back into the ugly wallpaper of the hallway wall, immediately fumbling in the strangers grasp. Although it quickly became apparent that the person hugging her so tightly wasn't a stranger. Enola's heart rate picked up, prying the assailant off of her to assess her. Only then did she realize who was hugging her.
"Amelia! How- what-" she didn't even have time to question how her best friend had arrived, wrapping her arms around the short haired girl's shoulders. Amelia hooked an arm around Enola's frame, happy to be reunited with the girl. But the reunion was cut short as a curt yet abrasive 'ahem' interrupted. The two pulled away from each other, Enola still accessing the girl in wonder. Miss. Harrison stood at the end of the hallway, a blank expression on her face as she strutted forwards. Even though Amelia hated to admit it, she was fluid and graceful in her movements, her shirt ruffling and swishing along her legs in perfect order. If her attitude towards every situation wasn't already perfect, Miss. Harrison would no doubt convince the girls she was a robotic organism. No person walked with such elegance, not even Amelia's Mother.
"Girls, you must not raise your voices like this. No man ever wants a wife who speaks loud within the house- or at all for that matter," she chuckled, her lips forming the most annoying smile. They knew her more exaggerated words were fake, but she appeared to be convinced within her teachings. The girls separated begrudgingly, sharing a look of annoyance. No doubt they would escape the boarding school, but it would take time and until then they had to follow a strict code.
Amelia sighed, gripping her friends sleeve hem, knowing whatever was ahead of them was not going to be good.
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𝓣he next weeks had been treacherous. Amelia was sure she had never been yelled at more in her life. For not raising her head to a suitable level, for slurping while eating her food, elbows on the table, too loud of a voice, the want to go to college- Amelia was sick of it! For the life of her she could not figure out how her classmates had no issue preforming the way Miss. Harrison wished. They did not once speak up about anything! She had Enola for a while, but after the first week of them goofing off, they were separated. She hadn't been able to talk to the detective-in-training and she was beginning to question their future in the boarding school. Amelia wasn't sure how much more she could take, between the lesson plans and the people themselves, Miss Harrison's was not the place for the Hasting's girl. She had yet to be in the building for a week before the other girls were tearing her apart. Girls could be rude, viscous creatures, something she had to learn the hard way.
