Underground School For Girls

Chapter 3: Fitting In

I couldn't sleep last night. Well, not at first anyway. The reality of the situation I'm in gave me quite an unbearable headache. That made it all worse. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. I tried telling myself, but it didn't work. I felt limp. I couldn't move a single muscle in my body. I looked over at Mommy, who was already fast asleep with her arms wrapped tightly around my body. She kept me close to her, as if I were some prey that she had proudly caught and was now making sure her 'dinner' wouldn't get away. Her warm breath falling onto my face made the situation more unbearable. I felt suffocated. It's okay, you'll get through this, I promise! I tried reassuring myself. A few more minutes went by, and I finally began to feel my eyelids, becoming heavier with every second. I try to stay calm. Making it easier for my body to fall asleep. Moments later, my body had finally given in, and I was sound asleep.

Good morning, baby! I hear Mommy's loud and peppy voice attempting to wake me up. I lay still. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. Fear had control over me. Come on, Honey, it's time to wake up! I hear Mommy say, her voice becoming more agitated. I follow the command and force my eyelids open. Good morning, Mommy! She leans in and gives my cheek a big and wet kiss. Did you sleep well? She asks, pulling me out of bed and once again keeping me wrapped around her chest. I don't say anything at first. I don't really know how to answer her. She gives me a firm and unhappy look, and before the situation gets more tense, I quickly blurt out an answer. I slept well, Mommy, how about you? I give her a fake smile and watch her face expression change from furious to enthusiastic. I slept like a baby. I'm glad you had a good rest because today is your first proper day, and I couldn't be more excited to show you around! She practically screams into my ear.

We walk into the closet, and Mommy once again lays me down as she picks out an outfit for the day! Once she is satisfied with the outfit she has chosen, she begins to undress me, and her perfect smile slowly fades into a sad and confused expression. You didn't use your diaper. She says without adding anything else. There is a moment of silence before my eyes meet hers, and I am yet again forced to answer. I didn't need to use it. I try to defend myself, secretly hoping my answer will satisfy her. She looked deep into my eyes as she changed the diaper and dressed me in a short pink dress that actually looked rather cute. That's okay. She practically whispers and picks me up again. This time, I don't hold onto her. I'm scared. I feel like I have disappointed her. She silently brushes my hair and gets me ready for the day. Where are we going, Mommy? I ask, trying to break the silence. We're going to have some breakfast, honey, and then Mommy is going to bring you to your first class of the day. She answers in a rather happy and normal tone. Once we are both ready, Mommy takes me by the hand, and we proceed to leave the excessively pink room.

As we walk out onto the corridor, I get a glimps at the other girls who are also leaving their rooms with their guardians. Everyone seems happy, and laughter begins to fill up the entire corridor. Could they really be this happy? Or are they faking it? I think to myself. I couldn't imagine how these girls could enjoy the situation they were in. Half of them looked like they had been practically beaten to death, and yet they still had a big and happy smile plastered on their faces. We continue walking for another minute or two until we reach a gigantic room that's filled with about every student and guardian that lives in this hell hole. I must admit, the place looked amazing. It's really well lit and nicely decorated. The room was split into an almost perfect half with the right side containing over a hundred school-like canteen desks that were now filled with peppy and chatty students. They all seemed to be seated in their assigned colours, with the exception of one table towards the end of the room. That table was occupied by five quiet girls from different colour groups. They looked like a friend group. The left side of the room, however, had a grand high platform with a long table in the centre and tall seats that were now full with all the guardians of the establishment. Well, all full, with the exception of one chair right in the middle of the table. That was Mommy's chair.