Statues of Time

Chapter 1

The moon was bright during this month. I was but a girl living in London doing the same things over and over again stealing, running, and hiding. Women are just another segment in the lives of men here in this century even feminism is considered foolish.

I once dreamed of being an artist, but no woman could even get a proper education in my circumstances, and being an artist is a job considered for the poor, and I've had enough of people looking down on me so I went and did it anyways. Painting is a skill set for those who are willing to sacrifice their time just to put substances on a plain white canvas, to me painting is too common and the people here will just look and nod and that's all you will get for the five-hour work you just did. Sculptures. Sculptures are the one thing that interests me the facial expressions are spot on and the anatomy and details are just wonderful, the body language of the statue tells the entire story even without the context being read, you can already see that the story of the person was in great agony and I as a child took that to interest.

It had been five years since that encounter with the statue. I took on a sculpting class but when I first enrolled they wouldn't take me,

I asked why? And all they said was "I won't accept a skilless girl in this fine institution, go away."

It shocked me to the core that they would really do that. So, 2 months later after teaching myself the basic steps of sculpting I went back and dressed up as a man, and I almost laughed so hard because that buffoon actually fell for it.

Hello, my name is Edith Miller and I was the first ever WOMAN who proved men wrong by murder.

As I entered the class I immediately took note of the scenery and the people that were in it, it was all men, of course, why wouldn't it be? But what I found most intriguing was that next to this school was an all-girls institution that shaped young girls into women ages ranging from 13-20, I couldn't imagine passing a month in that school with my sanity intact.

"MISTER REEDS!" 

that's my current name, It would be foolish to use my actual name while being under, my teacher doesn't like me very much and I can sense that from the way he speaks to me and the way he does eye contact with me, adults don't like it when people get smart with them, they can never accept defeat.

"Get your head out of your butt and focus with your eyes up here." I quickly fixed my sitting posture and looked at the board. "Good. now-"

After that hellish lesson with Mr. Cooper I was having lunch outside in the back. There was a fence that separated the yard from the boy's school from the all-girls school. I was eating peacefully when I saw her. Her expression was so calm and collected yet with such a noticeable smile, you could almost smile with her and already feel the happiness radiating from her.

I walked up to her and asked her "What is your name?"

she looked at me with a lost and confused face and she pointed to herself, I nodded...

"Nora. Nora Lewis." I slightly laughed "such a pretty name for a girl such as yourself, my name is Edith. Edith Miller."

she looked shocked "you're a woman! Why are you at that school?"I motioned for her to be quiet and she covered her mouth with her two hands

"I wanted to learn sculpting but men wouldn't allow it, but I'm not one to follow the rules" and to my surprise...she laughed and her laugh was much to my pleasure, what is this feeling?

My thoughts were soon disturbed by the call from our teacher Mr. Cooper that our break time is over and so was her break time. I bid her farewell and went back to class.

As I was sitting in class, I was uninterested in the topic of the teacher because I had already learned it myself and found no difficulties in it, it was so simple. I was lost at thought while staring out the window thinking about her...Nora Lewis, she was very beautiful and fair, and she wasn't like any other girl I had ever met. She had beautiful and soft blonde hair, compared to my brunette hair.

After classes ended for the day and tomorrow was a saturday we had no classes I decided to wait for her, I went up to the gates of the school and went up to the door as I knocked three times I finally got a response.

"Yes? What is your business here young boy?" she asked so I replied

"I am here to see the presence of Miss Nora Lewis" she looked sceptical of me at first and after a while she finally spoke.

After that excruciating 30 seconds of staring and smiling uncomfortably "young boys such as yourself are not allowed inside this all-girls institution, who knows what you'll do with our students, turn them into rowdy and unetiquette people just like you men are."

and with that she slammed the door in my face. Rude. I was about to go back to my house when I saw her in the yard, with that my frowning face immediately turned into a smile, I ran to her

"It's you!" she yelled in a happy tone, "yes tis' I"

We both laughed because of the grammar I had used, "what are you doing here? You'll get both of us in trouble if Miss. Caprioty found out that you sneaked in here" she said in a whisper,

"Well technically I walked through the front gate and asked to see you but she said that 'young boys such as myself are not allowed inside this all-girls institution' and that really set me off a bit, I was about to leave when I saw you and- Apologies am I talking too much?"

I hadn't even noticed that I was talking so much until I saw her on the verge of laughter with her face going red and about to laugh too hard.

After my encounter with her that day I visited her everyday, and so did she. I felt myself slowly getting attracted to her. Oh heavens if people found out they'd call it blasphemy for a woman falling for another woman. But by the way she smiles, she is such a soft spoken person for a girl such as herself, if she really was aware of the world out here I bet she'd be disappointed but she'd still accept it whole-heartedly I would save her from this world if I could, But I'm not one to fit in society, I will abide by my own rules and set an example for all the other women out there. Is what a person would say if they were phallocratic and narcissistic , I in particular am not one, I change for myself, and that is what I'll do.