The Rebel Club

Three

A man next day I was woke up at the crack of dawn. There was a schedule at the door. One for Gemma and one for me. Gemma was in the bathroom and came out smiling, "Your up!"

"Yeah. " I grounded tired.

"Can I brush out your hair Chione?"

"Um... sure... thanks." I let her brush out the monster my hair is in the morning. I looked at my classes. 

8:00am Morning meal Cafeteria.

School starts at 8:45am

1st 101 Make-up 150

2nd Like-a-woman 180

3rd Cooking 202

4th Family dynamics 203

5th Lunch cafitera

6th Knitting 153

7th Yoga

8th Silence time court yard

School ends 4:30pm

Homework time 4:30-6:00pm

Dinner 6:05-6:55pm Cafeteria

Free time 7:00-10:00pm

Bedtime 10:10pm

I blurted, "What in the hell is this?"

"Your classes. We have two classes together. Yoga and cooking." She said in an excited tone.

She was done with my hair and I said, "I'll partner up with you in those classes then. What time is it."

"Almost, uh... the big hand and the little hand..." She said at her wrist watch, "Seven-fifty."

"Go to breakfast Gemma. I'll be there in a minuet." I said. She left and I threw new clothes on and tied my bow on my dress. I headed to the cafeteria. I saw Katie and said to her, "Hey!" Katie right?"

She smiled a little, "Yeah."

"Come and sit with Gemma and me."

Saw nodded and I found Gemma sitting with another girl with reddish/blondish hair. Everyone wore the same dresses but I knew this girl. she lived down the street from me. Her name was Ryhna. We said at the same time, "I know you!"

I said, "Ryhna!"

"Chione!" She said. 

Gemma said, "You guys know eachother?"

"She lived down the street from me."

We  talked and as soon as I knew it. I have made three friends. We finished and went our separate ways. 

I had a make up class. 

Make up...

A little was okay, just, I hate the feel of it. Only when we needed to go out of the house did I ever ware more than lip gloss. I sat at a desk and an old, wrinkly, female teacher walked in. If you were a woman with no husband, you were a nurse, teacher or, you washed and cooked for other people who were rich. The highest paying job was a nurse. If you did, then you had to get approved by our government and told what job you could get. 

The teacher introduced herself, "I am Mrs. Jackson. Today we are going to learn about the history and origins of make-up."

I raised my hand. She called on me and said, "Good manners Mrs. Till. What is it?"

"Why?" I replied, "Why do need to know this. I'm better off in some sweat pants and a shirt when I want to look good."

Half of the class laughed. Mrs. "Jackson said, "Well, it's part of being a woman just as our monthly is."