Miss Dior

Chapter Two

In English I was wondering which girls would be suitable as pledges. I had to find at least fifteen before you could speak of a good pledge class. It has been tradition that only six girls or less can enter at the end, but we have to add at least six more to create competition and as I was punished I had to find at least three more before I would earn the respect of my president again. That made fifteen the minimum. As I was thinking about all the girls desperately wanting to live in The Castle I knew that I had to ask The Legacies first. Legacies were related to a former House Resident.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Mr. Edwards saw that my eyes were checking outside's weather. Right. Time to focus.

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"Good afternoon fellow students of St. Bartholomeus' College,

I am the representative of The Castle. During this reign we are called the Fashionistas due to our names. The Castle is for girls only. We don't want to discriminate, but  we attend a catholic school and it is our duty to separate duties from needs."

This caused some secret laughs from the students. I was in the middle of a speech to represent our House and I was well prepared. I mean this speech for first years only is so easy. They just want to fit in like everybody else, so they have to be in a House or club. That's why they're behaving like angels now.

"My name is Miss Dior. I am number four in line of Burberry the 3th. We are now with 30. Our House can only add six more due to the space and the closeness of our Sorority. Everyone can apply, but I have to add that we are exclusive and we will screen every pledge carefully. Therefore, be sure whether you want to participate or not. Our standards are high and only people who are certain of their future will get in. We stand for quality, honour, sisterhood, loyalty and creativity. We do not stand for quantity, sloppiness, brotherhood, forgetful or mean residents. Please, do send us your talents, quantities and other information to The Castle. In 24 hours we will close our letterbox. Thank you."

I finished and walked out of the auditory. I had more things to do as I sped to the library. All this homework made my adrenaline going.

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

"Miss Dior" was what I heart as my heels waked to our regularly, reserved seats. I saw that the others were already here. I saluted Burberry first, then Chanel, Guess and Gucci. I made sure to greet them in the correct order. Starting with number one and ending with number five. The names and numbers are sacred to all of us. Hierarchy is what keeps us close. No fights, unless they're mature ones. Independent, always. Being proper ladies is a basic rule, else none of us would've get in. I could've gone on for ages.

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WHAM

A book hit me and I rapidly grabbed it before it hit the ground or someone else. I saw Stacey doing the same. She had more luck as she saw what's coming. I didn't. I was the first in line. After all ten of us had a book, we followed our pledge masters to our places. Rotten chairs in the middle of the room. They were certainly once beautiful, but now they were old and the scent was awful.

"Sit. Down. Oh, and if anyone brakes one of these chairs, you will all sleep on the ground."

We all obeyed our master and I hope my president soon. To sit on a chair that is rotten to the ground and not break it, well that was pure torture. Seeing as you didn't really sit down and i wondered if anyone would fall out of exhaustion.

"Books on the ground, please. I am your master and my name is number One to all of you. As you are pledges, you cannot speak to me directly. You speak to the pledge master. Her name is number Two. These books are to be known by midnight tomorrow. Questions will be answered. That is your first test. Anyone who has lower than a four will be cut." As she said cut she made a movement of a knife that slid her throat. Everybody held her breath and it was dead silent. She went on about how important Our History is of The Castle. We all listened and didn't want to miss a single detail. After an hour as almost every pledge was trembling and ready to fall on the floor Our Master said: "Stand. Up. Pledges." We scrambled to our feet and we instantly clamped our book to our breast.

"Number Nine?" was asked to a pledge. I think she told us her name was Joyce.

"Yes, Number One." She answered whispering, barely speaking.

Every member that was hooded gasped and murmured disapprovingly. The pledge master walked towards the girl and spoke in a stern and strict voice.

"Who said you could speak to Our Master? You are a pledge, Number Nine and a stupid one as we see. I think you've not only made yourself unpopular with your masters, but with your fellow pledges as well. Make yourselves comfortable on the flour. At six o'clock you will be woken by us. Good night."

She grabbed her cape with her right hand and strode out of the dungeon after our Master. The others three who were wearing blue capes too followed soon after and we all jumped as the door fell in its lock with a loud BANG.

"Sorry." Uttered Number Nine and I wanted to help her get rid of the guilt, because that was obviously a trap. They wanted us to sleep on the cold floor. Instead Stacey whispered that we should check the door. I disagreed, but I followed her anyway. Maybe there was a chance to sleep in our own beds. But the door was closed and too heavy to even make a single move as we pushed against it.

*

The floor was cold and there were no other things in the room than a set of candles lit for the Masters, a trunk that was closed and the chairs.

"I am not sleeping on my Burberry gown, thank you very much." Said Stacey. Yes we were dragged from our beds and taken blindfolded to the dungeon. We had to say our name and were given a number. Then they 'gave' us the books. We had no idea where we were and what time it was.

I was the third to sit down and took my pledge book. It counted 356 pages and included the History of every reign and their number One. That was followed by the history of The Castle, a map of it and then the rules. There were approximately 500 of them. I started with the rules and I saw Stacey read the map.

"They have a swimming pool and a bar beneath the ground floor." She gasped. I cut her out and tried to study. Stacey was the first I met at St. Bartholomeus' College and we stuck together. We were so happy to get both an invitation to pledge for the Hollywoods. The Hollywood reign was in its second year. At least that was what Emma said in the introduction. Emma was probably for Stone or Watson or even Thompson. After an hour the candles went out one for one and we silently decided to sleep. The last thing I heard was Stacey next to me murmuring about her Burberry gown and 'they would pay'.