{Wonderland}

Through the day.

I really loved my room. It was very much filled with trinkets and toys of all kind. Up the shelves with little dolls of thread staring down with their glass orbs. I had many clothes. Beautiful clothes. Things to dress me up and look pretty! A long silky dress, a poofy line of ribbons, anything you could think of I had. For a small price of course. I sighed and looked through my closet looking for an adequate outfit to wear to school. I chose a decent looking skirt with a denim jacket, topped off with a white t-shirt. 

As mother drove me to school, I always wondered why the car's windows were tinted. So I asked. "Mother, why are the windows tinted?" "Because the sun can hurt your eyes sweetie." She replied sweetly. I rested my cheek on the leather and looked outside. I saw a lovely park with swings and slides. I hugged my backpack closer to my chest and observed my surroundings nervously. "Okay, we are here." Mother said. I perked up and a rather small building caught my eye. The school. 

We entered timidly but I was greeted with lots of cheer. She left me there with the other girls. I guess it was an all-girls school. I sat down at a desk and peered down to see a blank sheet with lines. 

I then looked up at the board and it said in cursive lettering, "Please write your name and the date, and write an essay telling us what it means to be a good girl." I thought it was rather bizarre for a school to use a childish phrase like "good girl", but I did not think much of it as I started writing my essay.  Being a good girl...huh.

I wrote down basic morals like being polite and being considerate, as well as thinking for themselves. 

Soon enough everyone was done and the teacher told everyone to read out the most important parts. 

"Being a good girl is to be respectful!" said one.

"Good girls never lie." said another. 

"I think good girls can have good decision making," I said clearly, beaming slightly.

"NO!"

Her voice rang out. The teacher looked down on me sternly. I wanted to cover up my fear with at least a million more denim jackets as I huddled in the one I had.

"Girls should not be trusted to think for themselves. You are too young!" She said, smacking the rigid wood ruler at the corner of my desk.

 "You know nothing!" She screeched. I winced slightly. What had happened to her..? Jesus. 

I restored my posture and saw the other girls looking at me pitifully. I shrank down in my seat, drowning in my embarrassment.

I already hate this. 

Soon we learned about being nice and listening to your superiors. All the other kids seemed very intent on learning this material. I thought it was all rather unnecessary. I hated this.....

Was this the special thing Mother spoke of?