This choice: A slow day passes, and then a second with her as Suzy. • Go Back...Chapter #6A slow day passes, and then a second with her a... by: Mr. George   "For now, you may address me as Suzy." Jessica allowed. The headmistress smiling indulgently, as she accepted the note with all the details Suzy had slide over the table to her.
"Well, until then you'll attend Suzy's classes, and accept her punishments."
Jessica erupted out of the chair, hand reaching to protect her bum. She shook her head, "That's not fair. I'm not Suzy. I won't take her punishments." she knew she didn't make an impressive or intimidating figure. The wry amusement on the headmistress' face adding the Jessica's blush. Mortified that she'd behaved so childishly.
"You accept that Suzy deserves punishment?" She asks, standing as she did.
Resting her hands on the desk she leans forward, despite this she still looms over Jess.
"Yes." Jess replied. Then more forceful, "Yes. Yes, she does."
After a pause, "But, you'll soon see I'm not her... and it's not my punishment." She nods to herself, satisfied with her logic.
"And you wouldn't know Suzy's classes." The nun asked, the contempt and doubt clear in her voice.
"No... I don't." Jessica answered.
A paper timetable was thrust into her hands. Accepting it, she looked in despair to the page. It shouldn't be difficult, she was a grown woman, even if genetics had cursed her to stay as petite as she was.
"I'll hear no more stories, until we have proof one way or the other!" Miss Acres said, the menace and force clear in her voice. Jess hated not being allowed to tell the truth, and introduce herself properly. But, recognised how disruptive it'd be, if she started each class with the same denials, the same arguments, and the same inevitable lack of conclusion.
Reluctantly, she understood their positions. The nun and Headmistress Acres sounded genuine in their beliefs. Besides, if she kept her cool, she could leave here with a great first story to establish herself.
As she's marched from the head's office, she saw the cane hanging prominently on the wall. Clearly punishment here was swift and brutal. Her heart quailed, as she imagined the pain flaring through her after being swatted. A bell rang to announce, the change of class.
"Whether you are Suzy, or Jessica." Her voice dripping with amusement at the name, "We expect the same standards of all our students."
Jess bobbed a curtsey, beaming a smile, as insincere and mocking back to the nun. "Yes, sister."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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