A Little Less Than Average
PART ONE
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“Go to your room Felicity! No dinner for you! Unless you decide to take out that ridiculous ring in your nose.”
“No dinner it is.” I said smiling, walking to my dorm room.
My roommate Stacey was there. She’s filled with more air than a balloon.
“Oh! My dear Felicity! How are ya Darlin’?” She said with her southern bell accent. Her blonde curls bounced as she walked over and gave me a hug.
“I get no dinner again.”
“Again? Why can’t you just listen to the warden? Being a good girl isn’t that bad.” She said smiling and walking out.
I sighed and laid on my stomach on my bed. I’m stuck here in this God forsaken all girl’s school just because my stupid stepmother hates me.
I’m a little unaverage you can say. She had a hard time with me. What can I say? I have a nose ring, Lip piercing, a tattoo of the number seven on my left hip, and my hair is shockingly curly and fiery red. I didn’t die it either. It’s naturally like that and giving the school’s warden, Mrs. Pross, a heart attack every time she sees me. She thinks that it’s unnatural. She yelled at me that I’m not allowed to dye it anymore and I have to let my natural color grow out. I’m just waiting for her to figure out the truth.
I get sent to my room without dinner almost every day, and I’ve only been here a week and a half.
Now you may wonder why. Why do you do this to yourself Felicity? Why don’t you just listen to the warden? Well, my friend. I have way too much pride for that. Also this school is ridiculous! Let me describe it for you. Keep in mind I’ve only been here for a week and a freaking half.
· In the morning everyone wakes up at around six.
· Put on these dresses that look like we’re a group of Amish children.
· We actually have to go and MAKE breakfast ourselves.
· Then we have the first class of the day: Sewing.
· Then we go onto simple academic classes. Nothing past average Algebra and simple English. (why do mothers need to know more, right?)
· Then a home ec class where we can learn how to provide good wholesome meals for our family.
· Then we go to bed at nine o clock.
They are trying to make us into perfect little at home mommies! Don’t get me wrong, I do want to be a mom someday, but I also was to go to college and have a freaking life! Is that too much to ask for? So you can see why it’s really easy for me to get in trouble.
I heard from Stacey that every two weeks we have a little get together with the all boy’s school that’s about five miles away. We drink tea and decide who we’re going to marry. I find it pathetic. We’re not allowed to date. We have to be courted by a boy.
I screamed into my pillow. I managed to hide my iPod so far so Mrs. Pross can’t take that away too. I swear this is an Amish community.
I finally dozed off, only to be woken up at six in the freaking morning!
I got up and put that stupid dress on. I am seriously going to have to make alternations.
I got up and looked in the mirror. We are allowed to have a tiny bit of makeup because she still wants us to look pleasing for our future husband.
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A Little Less Than Average
AdventureThis story follows seventeen year old Felicity Jones on a rollar coaster ride of adventure in the paranormal. She WAS normal, until that day he kissed her. Then her whole world gets turned upside down. You may think you know what's going to happe...