𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓤𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 (𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓣𝔀𝓸)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷

The Headmistress has to hate me. No one who likes me would ever suggest putting me in this situation.

Or she doesn't hate me, but she's just complying with what her grandson and son would want her to do. I understand the king's motivations, but why does the prince want this to happen?

Either way, it's still torturous, and I'll eventually get my revenge on all of them.

This time, we don't have that much to do. We have to grade more history papers, and come up with ideas for speeches for public speaking.

I push back a strand of my hair, and pick some lint off of my pink dress. My legs are crossed, and placed at the edge of the desk.

The notebook for the protest is placed on the side of me in the corner of this desk. If I finish before him, I can at least get some work done for the protest. I'd rather not go into it unprepared this time.

Speaking of him, he's sitting right next to me with the same outfit as before, and his jaw is tense. He taps his fingers against the edge of the desk, and looks into the distance.

I should be the one feeling tense here.

"Hello," he chokes out.

My eyes widen, and I look down. My hands begin to shake, and my throat tightens.

Why is he talking to me?

He didn't say a word to me the last few sessions, and now he's saying hello to me? Why?

"Which part of the work do you want, Cathy?"

Cathy.

Stop calling me that. It's not my name.

He's said ten words too many to me. I need to get him to stop now.

Maybe if I say a quick hello and grab part of the work he'll leave me alone.

"Hi," I rush out and grab a pile of papers from the middle of the table.

History tests.

Oh well, it can't be that bad. This is the unit that I created, so it shouldn't be nearly as bad.

I grab a pen and rustle through the papers.

It's a good thing that I made this quiz short. It shouldn't take me that long.

A sigh comes from beside me, "I suppose I get the public speaking work?"

Why does he keep talking to me?

Whatever, that's just something I need to nod to. I shouldn't waste any more of my air on him.

I nod and turn back to my work.

I look through the first ten tests.

Each of them have similar answers except for the opinion question. Six of them approve of their presence in the country, while four of them disapprove of it.

One person actually provided an alternative to the gentry which is the alternative that Jessie, Charlotte, and I voted on.

I wonder who that is.

I look up at the name on the top line.

Charlene Fitz.

Hmm.

Maybe I should have one of them recruit her for a spot in the protest. She would probably bring a good perspective to the conversation.

I open my notebook, and copy her name into the front cover with a note to remind me to ask them about her. I close the notebook, and go back to looking through the tests.