Troubled.

Days Go By.

Eve's POV

We had Holy Cowgirl tonight and I was super nervous to find out what challenge Gina and I were going to get for talking to eachother. I hated Holy Cowgirl, everyonne was just so mean for the sole purpose of being mean for no reason. The staff was worse than the girls. I had been at Trinity for six months, and nothing was getting any better. No communication or physical touch with any of the girls made everything feel so much more lonely. Writing about my sex life from before coming here, which I had been doing for a week straight now, just made me miss Harry more. All I wanted was to hear his voice, it would definitely make me a lot less depressed.

"Ladies, Holy Cowgirl will start in 5 minutes." I jumped at the staff's booming voice. We all gathered at the table and once the head staff came in, we were ready to start.

"Okay, ladies, we are going to start with Mikayla, since she is graduating this week!" Everyone clapped. Mikayla stood up and began speaking.

"I apologize for overlooking certain tasks in hopes that the lower levels wil do them for me." She started. Everyone said 'I forgive you' at the same time. I waited for my turn to assess her,, I knew exactly what negative thing I was going to say.

"I noticed you watch all the girls closely for no reason other than to tattle on them. I also noticed you never complain about having to be up early in the morning." Everyone esle took their turns after me assessing Mikayle and a few others. Suddenly it was my turn, and I felt instantly nauseous as I stood up.

"I apologize for constantly beating myself up over things I am unable to control, and I would like to ask forgiveness for that." They all said they forgave me. After, came their assessments.. One by one.

"I noticed you have mouthed off to Staff every chance you've gotten. I also noticed you finish hygiene quicker than any of the other girls." Mikayla.

"I noticed you seen to feel entitled, like the rules here don't apply to you making you better than us. I also noticed you always take the heaviest stuff first with no complaints on irrigation week." Grace.

"I noticed you do things differently to seek attention and get people to look at you. I also noticed you always get the dishes done right the first time." Allison.

"I noticed you are the slowest runner here, making us constantly late for our ranch chores.I also noticed you always have all your assignments done on time, every single week." Gina. I tried not to take that personal, knowing she only said it because she had to. 12 girls gave positive and negative assessments about me, then it was Staff's turn, which was always significantly worse.

"I noticed you are loud, manipulative, and like to make up reasons to speak out of line. You always seem to be daydreaming and not paying attention to anything that goes on around here at all. You continue to refuse to try here, making little to no progress. When you are allowed by Staff to speak, I noticed you babble, adding no value to any conversation. It is obvious that you are only joinging them to seek attention and make things all about you. You continue to be immature and have zero regard for how much money your parents have spent trying to fix you, the lack of respect and discipline is really pathetic." I sat quietly in my chair, knowing that if I tried to speak, I would cry.

"I am going to give you two books to evaluate this week, you are also going to be put on silence for your little conversation with Gina yesterday. That means absolutely no talking until Staff advises you to do so, we will also be cancelling yourr therapy until further notice due to you not being allowed to speak."I felt the tears stream down my face. I sat quietly listening to the rest of the assessments until we were sent to bed at 1:30 am. Gina got silenced as well as tonights dish duty.. I hurried to bed, having almost no time to feel bad for her before I cried myself to sleep. I was thankful that I didn't get level dropped, a lot of girls did this week. Every night we had Holy Cowgirl, I cried myself to sleep, knowing that not even my mother could be that cruel to me.