Unwritten

Chapter 1

Inspired By: "Runaway" by Aurora

Two weeks into this new school, and it has been a nightmare so far. First of all, we're not allowed to have our natural hair. Yes, you heard me right. If your hair even hints at the slightest curl, they'll make you flatten it down until it's straighter than the edge of a ruler. The irony? Half the teachers here have perms.

As I walk into the classroom, I can feel the familiar judgmental stares. There's Ms. Karim, stationed at the door like a security guard, clutching a bottle of makeup remover and a cotton pad in her hand. Her eyes scan me as if she's about to catch me smuggling in contraband eyeliner or-heaven forbid-mascara.

Without a word, she reaches out and swipes at my eyelashes. Thank God I didn't use mascara today; I thought she was on leave!

"Go in," she says.

I roll my eyes almost immediately.

Just as I'm about to walk away, she asks in her usual angry British accent, "Did you just roll your eyes?"

Without giving me a chance to respond, she yells, "Go to the head teacher! After three strokes, you'll lose that attitude of yours."

What a great way to start my day!

The head teacher, Ms Amma is standing on the field with a stick in her hand as usual. I can't help but roll my eyes.

Calm down Elizabeth.

I breathe in slowly. It is just my second week at Greenfield Academy and I have seen this woman's face at least ten times.

She smirks and says "How many spanks?"

"Three," I say with an attitude.

Okay, forgive me for the attitude, but I come from a prestigious home, and I used to attend a prestigious school that matched my status, not this overpriced slave trade.

"Open your legs apart so that you don't tighten and grip your butt."

I sigh and do as I am told.

She spanked me with the stick slowly, each stroke harder than the previous one.

I can feel the tears building up but I hold them in.

No. I can't give her the satisfaction she craves.

I turn to face her with a big smile on my face.

"Thank you, Ms Amma." I bow slightly.

She frowns at me, dissatisfied. I slowly walk away so that she doesn't know I am running to the toilet to cry.

As I walk into the toilet, I hear muffled voices and weird slapping sounds in one of the closed doors but I decide to shake it off. It's not my business. But I can't even cry because of this person...or people.

**RING**

Shoot! That's the bell. I need to get to class before the teacher gets in.

In this hell hole, if the teacher enters the class before you do, you will be spanked.

I run to class like my life depends on it--because it does. I just got spanked 5 minutes ago, I can't take one more. I'm not even sure I can sit right now.

Thank goodness, Ms Karim is not at the door and the teacher hasn't entered the class yet.

As I take my seat, I feel my butt sting and hurt badly.

Ugh!

"Elizabeth, can I borrow a pencil? I heard you always carry a bunch around you." whatever his name is, speaks.

"Sure, but only if you promise not to break it. Can't have you ruining the only good thing about this place." I reply with a little sass as always.

Before I know it, he switches seats with the girl behind me. Without looking back, I stretch out my hand, giving him the pencil.

"Thanks. And sorry."

"Why?"

"It's just...I heard you were spanked today---"

"Do you see me crying? Just use the pencil, return it and if possible, never speak to me again."

"Whoa! I was just--"

"Save you pity for another damsel in distress. Keep the pencil."

I walk to the front of the classroom and ask a nice girl to switch seats for the day and she agrees.

As I sit down, I feel the sting again.

Ugh!

Mr Francis walks in hurriedly. I roll my eyes.

About time.

"Good morning, Mr. Francis. How are you today?" the class chorus like we are in middle school.

"I'm doing very well, thank you."

Of course, you are. You're one of them.

"Today, we will begin the topic of organic chemistry. I hope everyone has their textbooks ready."

"Good morning, Mr Francis," a girl says as she saunters in, whatever her name is.

"Good morning, Miss Olivia."

Oh! That's what her name is.

"The class began 10 minutes ago. Why are you arriving just now?"

"I--" Before she can defend herself, he cuts her off.

"Rules are rules. I will not accept any misconduct from you students. Just because you are in your senior year doesn't mean you can act as you please."

I am holding myself from telling this man to chill out because we already get punished daily for the most trivial things.

"Mr Francis, should I go get your stick?"

"You can, Miss Ella, but I will begin the class whether you are here or not."

Ella halts abruptly and goes back to her seat.

I can see the disdain on her face. Ella always behaves this way with Olivia. I guess they have a history together, probably involving a boy. Girls can be embarrassing.

"Miss Olivia, bend over." Mr Francis points at the teacher's table in front of the class.

Olivia bends over slowly, pushing out her butt a little bit too much.

Whatever.

"Spread your legs."

He could've just said, 'Open your legs', like Ms Amma always says.

The sound of a sharp slap echoes through the room. Olivia's breath hitches, and she cries softly. Her cry seems more of a moan, though-a moan of pleasure.

Pleasure?!

He spanked her two more times with his hand and...

Did Olivia just bite her lips?

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