Wild and Free

Chapter Thirty Five

I just noticed that I post the schedule now for the picture above. That's just for reference because I keep forgetting what order the classes are. I'll remember to remove it. I could not, for the life of me, find a good ballet outfit for Erika so pretend the one above it just in black. But really what would be a good name for Maya's book?
———————————————————————————Erika's POV: (heads up I'm using iTranslator so sorry if stuff in French gets translated wrong. Hope I don't offend anyone)

"Erika! What is the word for house in French?" Mrs Thomas, my French teacher, said. I glanced up from the two sheets of paper on my table.

"Uh souris, Mistress" I replied. She shook her head and tapped her desk angrily with her ruler.

"No. That is mouse. Pay attention Erika" She gave me a warning level two shock and I scowled. I found this class hard. What was the point of me learning French?

As a warm up she gave us each a picture and we had to name everything in it and write it on the other sheet of paper. Basically a bunch of fill in the blanks stuff. I absolutely loathed this class.

"Liana? What is house?" She moved onto someone else.

"Maison, Mistress" the girl replied. She got praised and I got even more pissed off. I picked up my pencil and scribbled out what I wrote for house, quickly filling in the correct answer.

This torture dragged on for what felt like forever, then the bell rang. I quickly picked up my stuff and was almost the third girl out of the room.

'Hey Siri, What day is it?" I asked my collar as I made my way to the library that Eve had told me about. It was free time now, a time frame where we were allowed to do whatever we wanted. I ended up getting there early and was able to snag a small loveseat in the corner of the room. The room filled up quick as more girls came to hang out, watch tv, and talk to their friends.

'Today is Tuesday. Visiting will always be on Sundays.'

Next I had Dance. Another class that I didn't understand why I had to take. According to Eve who talked about it with another girl it was mostly Ballet and a lot of stretching. Which I wasn't even sure I could do in my catsuit. But apparently we were given a uniform for Dance that could only be used in the classroom. Getting caught wearing it outside the classroom meant a Detention.

I chilled out on the coach reading books, playing games, and randomly making doodles on the art app until the bell rang for our next class. My class was located in the basement, where all the "creative arts" ones were. I saw Eve and we waved each other before she went to her singing class and I walked into the dance room. The first thing I noticed was there only about 14 other girls in my class.

They were all silently lined up against the wall. I joined them at the end just as a tall middle aged woman walked in followed by two female pets walked in. She was carrying the flogger (ha learned the name. Guess Sex Education was in fact useful). She clapped her hands and introduced herself as just Mistress. She slip us up into two groups and handed each of us a black leotard, which looked more like a very short dress. We had black thigh high socks to go along with it so we wouldn't be walking around barefoot. We all changed in the small locker room attached to the room and hurried back out, sitting on the floor. The one I was wearing felt pretty tight, but definitely not as tight as the catsuit. Then we spent a good half hour stretching. It was partially easy since I was a bit flexible.

She went through the routine with us, saying a bunch of Ballet terms like Assemblé, Grande Jeté, and Plié. She ended up making me and 3 other girls learn the moves from her two black haired pets while the rest of the class began to learn the whole routine. I was clumsy and was terrible with balance. And both pets held nothing back when they were watching us.

"Sloppy"

"You're turning too fast!"

"Too slow!"

"Bend a little farther"

"Your legs have to be straight!"

After who knows how long of that, we regrouped together to practice. The first time, multiple people including me messed up and got zapped for it. The second time was the same, but less of the other people. We continued to practice until everyone got it right. This class dragged on forever. It was just learning the different parts of the entire dance one by one, people messing up, relearning things. Repeat. Then my hopes shot through the roof when the woman said we had only a couple minutes of class left and we were allowed to go change.

Finally. Dinner time.

I followed the girls to the locker rooms and changed back into my catsuit, leaving the leotard in my locker. The bell rang and I hurried out of the room to go to Dinner. Eve was waiting for me outside the classroom and we walked to the cafeteria together.

"So how was French and Dance?" She asked, adjusting her grip on her binder and iPad. I shrugged.

"Torture. I can't wait until I get out of here". She giggled.

"Yeah. 4 more weeks and 5 days. 5 weeks for you. Since you got Detention. I feel bad for you honestly" She said.

"I uh. I'm not staying another week. Just 6 weeks for some reason. My Mistress ordered it according to my collar" I replied, repeating what my collar had said to me during Cooking for Beginners. Her Eyes Widened as we entered the cafeteria and walked over to our table.

"Really? Tell me more!" She demanded. I giggle.

"Sure I guess"

(Time Skip)

After Dinner I went straight to Health and was surprised by a test, which was on what we had learned yesterday. I honestly did terrible on it, half of the items he had discussed yesterday I had forgotten and the few I did remember were barely on it. Mr McCloud pursed his lips when he glanced at my test during collection time. Once he collected them all he returned to his desk to score them and we were allowed to talk. I wasn't interested in talking so I just read a book on my iPad until he finished. To my horror, he announced the grades out loud. Most got a 90 or higher.

I got a 35/100. Which was basically an F in their book. Mr McCloud ordered me to stay after class and moved on, pulling up a PowerPoint on the different kinks. When the bell rang, I walked up to his desk while everyone else left. As soon as I arrived he gave me a level 3 zap and began chewing me out about how I wasn't trying, didn't study, etc. He gave me a packet of all the items and terms and ordered me to study them for tomorrow.

Now, I was currently lying on my stomach on my bed flicking through the packet in a poor way of studying. Eve was lying on her own bed, listening to something on her iPad. Suddenly she got up and sat down on my bed, grabbing my packet. I sat up.

"Hey I need that for Health! Eve!" I protested, making a grab for it. She pulled it back. Right now I was wearing a black nightgown with black thigh high socks to match. She was wearing a purple one.

"I think you can take a break from learning. I have a question for you" She said, putting my paper on the table. I sighed.

"Fine what's your question. And if I answer you have to gimme my packet back" I replied back.

"Okay. Have you ever kissed anyone?" She asked. I frowned at that question.

"Yes. Why? And can I have my packet back?" I said, reaching for it. She slammed her hand down on it firmly.

"Ever kissed a girl?" I frowned again.

"No." I said. Penny doesn't count. She had to kiss me, she didn't do it on her own. Eve looked delighted to hear that.

"Well let's change that" She mused. I shot her a confused look.

"Eve..what.."

Then she kissed me.