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"Will I d-do that again?" She asked quietly as he grabbed a new wipe.
"Yes." He nodded, wiping down her forehead.
"A lot?" She questioned, swallowing thickly.
"Yes." He repeated. "What are you thinking?"
"W-whether to do it or not." She sniffle...
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The girls had to wait another half an hour, just sitting at the tables with rumbling stomachs as they looked down at their uneaten food. After half an hour, a bell rang and the soldier opened the door of the dinging hall for them. With an order from the cook, table 1 was to leave first and table 7 last.
The soldier led them down a hallway n's then up a flight of marble stairs with oak railings. To Nova, this was the best thing she'd seen since they'd arrived at this strange place. She liked the way the grey mixed with the white and how smooth it felt under her socked feet, not having had a chance for any shoes to be put on her feet.
Walking down another hallway, the soldier stopped at the end of it and the distant sound of heels clacking against the marble filled the children's ears. Madam B appeared in the doorway fo the corridor, looking over the girls, hands behind her back. Nova looked around the wide hallway and saw seven doors, three on one side and four on the other. They were all numbered 1-7, 1 3 5 7 on one side and 2 4 6 on the other.
"Girls, you will each be assigned to a dorm. The table number you had is the same as your dorm number. There is a name tag on each of the beside tables where you will find your nightwear, ballet clothes and shoes as well as clothes for the days to come. The lights will go out as soon as everyone is in bed properly and they won't come on until 6am sharp, which is when you will be getting up. How much you sleep is not my problem. You don't get enough, that is not my issue. Work it out yourself if you are tired tomorrow." Madam B explained as the girls listened intently. "Go into your dorms, now."
They all did as they were told, Nova going into dorm 1, closely followed by Lily and Jenny. Nova searched around the room for her name and found it at the end of the room, towards the window. The window was fairly wide and just higher than Nova's forehead but if she went on her tip toes, she'd be able to see out of it alright.
Turning to the beds, Nova looked down at them bed before pressing her hand to the mattress. It was hard to her. Harder than any be should be, really, unless you have back problems. Poking the pillows, she hummed slightly at the feeling because they felt soft like hers at home, unlike this mattress.
Her eyes flickered to the small bedside table and she grabbed the pyjamas that were folded on the top of it. They were just a pair of leggings and a t-shirt far too big for a three year old girl. Everyone else in the room had started to get changed now and it seemed as though all of the t-shifts were the same size, some fitting just right and others being too big on the girls but the leggings seemed to fit them all just fine, the stretchy material gripping to their legs.
The girls slowly started to get into the beds, trying to relax in the new environment. Nova pulled back the dark grey quilt and got inside the bed, her head hitting the pillow, happy that it felt cold. There was nothing worse to her than a hot pillow. She'd just snuggled up to her Kiwi teddy, squeezing it tightly when the door was flung open and the soldier stormed in, as intimidating as ever.
