Miss Dior

Chapter One

A/N This is a short story just to get a few of my ideas out. Hopefully they're fun to read. Enjoy!

Nothing.

Quiet.

Dark.

I held my eyes closed.

Dead silent.

Nothing to hear.

No shouting, no whispering, absolutely nothing.

The 7th of April.

Monday.

My head was at ease.

Breakfast, class, library, invitations and Review of the Day.

I must not forget! I must not forget! I must not forget!

Slowly, silently opening my eyes, a greyish blue with normally steady and satisfying glance, were now glazed and sleepy. As I noticed the light I wanted to turn over and fall back in a dreamless world.

One look at my clock radio was enough to keep me going.
She was going to kill me, if she would find out! No more messing around! I heard her voice loud and clear as if she was in the room herself. It was as if she was hovering over my slim frame with her piercing eyes and pushing me out of bed with her murderous blue eyes. 'It will be your job to find the pledges. You will make the invitations and check their backgrounds. Everything will be in order, or else...' Hearing her shouting voice almost made me jump out of my Queen Size bed.

I knew what 'or else...' meant. Everybody in The Castle knew the end of that story. And I don't think I have to explain it myself to any living soul at St. Bartholomeus' College.

Slapping the linen from my bare shoulders with my right hand and stepping in my soft, blue slippers I tried not to wake my roommate. Tiptoeing to my white closet, I watched her breathing heavily. Up and down, as she breathed. If you would see me now, you would definitely notice an envy look as I didn't like to give my emotions out and about, that said something. I turned towards my closet once again and made sure I didn't wake anyone. I reached out to the knob and turned it at a rather slow pace, otherwise it would make the noise of a shrieking cat. Finally I let my breath go as the door on the left opened to the left side.

Every closet in The Castle had four doors. Two were in the middle and the other two on both sides of the middle ones. The space in the middle was mostly used for gowns, dresses, skirts, jackets, blazers, coats and everything that is in need of a clothes hanger. The right side of the closet had to be filled with shorts, tops and shorts. After the left door you could blindly find my jeans, sweaters, scarfs, blouses... It was pure logic. Everything you would wear above your waist was in order from the most thick clothing to the thinnest piece on the highest three shelves. Every clothing beneath the waist was on the lowest three shelves in the opposite order of the other. They went from the ones as thin as a piece of paper to the ones as thick as a prosciutto, obviously.

I recalled what the weather would be and chose a cream coloured blouse and a baby blue dressed pair of trousers. Opening the middle right door and taking a blazer in the same baby blue with my name on the left side with a #4 next to it, made sure I was a representative of The Castles Head Council. I took a dress in pink for the morning routine as I would change later. Walking to the right I carefully rolled a drawer open to pick my underwear, Victoria Secret, out of it. They matched my trousers, otherwise you would see my underwear through. After casting a last longing look at the figure on the other end I opened the door to the bathroom. The door clicked in its lock and I turned the key. I could aspirate normally again.

The bathrooms had thicker walls to let the residents sleep while others showered or took a bath without bothering anyone. Stripping out of my nightgown, made me shiver on the tiles. As I took my daily morning shower my mind was occupied with daily worries. Why did I fail so miserably in life? Why was I so imperfect? Why couldn't I be normal or at least less different?

After I've properly dressed myself I walked out of the bathroom and took my phone checking my notifications. There were a few such as a birthday, tweets of people I followed, a dozen check-ins on Swarm and some Snaps. I closed the door of my room and checked myself in on Swarm in the kitchen, took the stairs on my left side and hurried down the hall. It was my day to give everyone their breakfast. It's one of the silly tasks for people who disobey our president. It may seem odd why I had disobeyed her. The number four next to my name on my pink dress stands for the fourth girl of our Sorority. Our president is number One, her right hand number Two and so on. Every girl of our allegiance that is still on campus and studying lives in The Castle. The Castle being the tallest, most beautiful and prestigious house of campus, made them name our House 'The Castle' in the 16th Century. I hope you understand now why it is so odd I was disloyal to my true leader and president Burberry. Of course we were renamed after we were accepted in the House. Every new president gives us new names to symbolize her reign. This year the Fashion Reign started. Every member of the House is now named after a famous label. Me being number four, gave me number five as roommate.

I entered the kitchen and was greeted with a lot of noise. It made me almost shrink, as my walk was enfolded in the sound of silence. Rushing forward I surveyed the maids, made some rectifications and checked the time, reading 5:55. There was a schedule on the freezer with everybody's name on. It changed every day according to the schedule of the thirty girls themselves. I studied it for several minutes, memorizing it and reciting it. I cannot make one mistake, so made sure today's schedule was printed in my mind like a clear picture.

I must not forget! I must not forget! I must not forget!

Overseeing the staff and learning the times every resident wanted their breakfast took half an hour. Right on time I made my way to the breakfast table. Number ten and eleven known as the Twin were waiting. They clucked their tongues in unison and I sped forward with their plates. No mistakes, no mistakes.

"Good morning, number ten, number eleven." I saluted them and didn't stay to watch their disapproving faces before I was off to the chamber of number eight. Bringing around the plates took me at least an hour. Some of them were chirpy, others grumpy. They didn't affect me though as my mask was put in its usual place.

After morning services I cleaned myself up, changed clothes and took 5 minutes to drink a cup of coffee. I filled my bag of Dior cream-coloured ofcourse, with a cupboard, a pen, my notebook, iPad and some make-up. It included the newest of Dior. My books were waiting on my desk on the left side of the room under my window. I dropped them fast in my Dior. Glancing at the other side of the empty room, made me rush even more, number five had already left. Halfway the corridor I turned around and came back with the air of Miss Dior. I checked my phone and nearly stumbled on my Jimmy Choos as I only had five minutes before my first class. I nearly screamed 'no' out of frustration as I put my heels of ten inch on the stairs and made my way towards the old building of Victorian age. Being late was not in my nature and this was not the time to change that.

I must not forget! I must not forget! I must not forget!