Looks Can Deceive

Chapter 4

I woke up to Hanna shaking my shoulder. I looked over to the clock. 7:00, break fest is at 7:30 and class is at 8:30. I'm not really a morning person, but I can get up when I want to. Or need to.

I get up out of my warm and comfy bed. I walk into the bathroom and take a quick shower. When I get out I put my hair in a quick pony tail and dress in our school outfit: Blue shirt and a gray skirt. Hanna is putting all of her things in a backpack. I do the same. Pencils, pens, paper, and textbooks.

When I finish putting all my things into my blue backpack Hanna and I walk to the mess hall. We walk to a table in the back. I think we have a silent friendship agreement. When we sit, other girls sit down and start talking about their classes. I have English first. It's one of my better subjects, and I like the teacher Ms. Ross. Then I have math, I like the subject but hate the teacher. She hates blondes so much, even though her brother is one. My last class of the day is my favorite science. I love science, I'm just like my father. After I have lunch then the rest of the day off. I'm happy I only have to take three classes this year. Since I take summer classes because I have nothing else to do.

After a couple of minutes our food arrives, pancakes, bacon, and juice of our choosing. I grabbed the syrup that was on our table and poured it on the golden cakes. I finish my food and Hanna takes the dishes the kitchen. 

"Can you walk me to my class?" Hanna asks me "I don't know where it is" 

"Sure" I know this place really well I haven't left for three years, I know every inch.

I take her schedule from her. She had 6 classes, well she goes to her grandma's over the summer since Vandy doesn't allow you to stay over the summer. Hanna's first class is History, her least favorite. I grab her hand and drag her to the history classroom on the second floor. All classrooms are on the second floor, everything else is on the first. 

"Bye Hanna. I will see you at lunch." I say to her as she slowly walks in and takes her seat.

I walk down the hall to the English room and take a seat in the front of the room. I see the others slowly walk in. I wonder how many girls will have a man pick her. There is a form that rich men fill out. They pick what school they want. If they pass they get to pick a girl. It's dumb really, we can't pick the man we want to marry. Well you can if you don't get picked. 

"Hello class! Today we will start reading "To Kill A Mockingbird" then we will right a character development paper" Ms. Ross says "Please read chapters 1-3 by tomorrow and turn in a summary."

That should be easy, I've read the book before. She hands out copies of the books and lets us start reading. I have an hour to read 3 chapters. Should be easy enough I am a good reader. I finish reading and start the summary when the bell rings. I decide to go to the history room to see if Hanna needs help getting to her next class.

I walk down the hall and see her outside looking confused and angry. When she see's me her face brightens up.

"Oh thank you for coming!" Hanna says "I'm so lost"

I laugh, so that's why she's confused but why is she mad? I walk with her to the English room where I just came from. I will ask her what's wrong at lunch. I walk three room's down to the math room. 

"Eva, your outfit is to big" Ms. Aceti says

She is so perfect. Everything has to be perfect if it's not she is unhappy. She walks in on her 7 inch heels and walks to the front of the classroom. 

"I'm going to change some seats." She says, she's going to move me to the front from my seat in the back "Eva I want you in this seat"

She was pointing to the seat in the front next to her desk. Fantastic! I grab my backpack and walk to the front. She doesn't move anyone else. Just me because, I'm not perfect. I take out a pencil and start working on the worksheet she just handed out. At least I'm good at math, because if I wasn't this class would be really bad. I should have taken summer math instead of history and Spanish. The class isn't that bad once we work and the bell rings pretty fast. I go back to the English room for Hanna. She looks happier than before. I still want to know why she was mad. I walk her to the French room. Then I go to my favorite class Science.

"Welcome back Ms. Polan" The teacher Ms. Strum says

I take a seat in the front because I really like this class. I take out my textbook and a pen. 

"Okay, so today I want you to read pages 12 through 16 and answer the questions on the board." Ms. Strum says

I open my book and start to work, I get done really fast.So I finish my summary for English. Then the bell rings. I wait for Hanna and we walk to the mess hall. Our food is already out when we sit down. Today we get potatoes and ham. I eat, then I remember Hanna being mad.

"Why were you mad after History?" I ask her, it could be because it's her least favorite subject

She pulls out a homework assignment and passes it to me. Now I understand the top reads. "Why Blondes are the Worst" She has to give 20 reasons why the blondes are bad! Why is everyone here so bad? I hate everything about this school! I get that they don't look the same, but they act the same. I have to tell Hanna. She has a free class, I will tell her then.

"Let's go our room" I say as we take our dishes to the kitchen. 

I run to the room. I'm happy I can finally tell someone. I've wanted someone to know for so long. I wanted someone to understand. Now I have that person. 

"I'm blonde too Hanna" I tell her "My dad made a hair dye and now I'm brown!"

She just stand their speechless. Then she runs over to me and hugs me. I have a feeling she has wanted someone to talk to also. We hug for awhile then we sit quietly till she talks.

"I wish I could go to the factories, see what happens there. They make it seem so bad, but we never get to know."

I know exactly how she feels, I want to just run out of the front doors and go see what happens in the outside world. I haven't been really been outside in 3 years. Of course I've been in the yard but not in the real world. I want to see the working blondes. See what they go through.

"Why don't we then?"