Mara
Physical Fitness was by far my least favorite class. It always resulted in me being sweaty and gross with only one thing on my mind, sleep. And there was far too long until it was time for bed.
After changing into a loose tank-top and fitted biker shorts, I walked to the gym and began stretching with the other girls while we waited for Mr. Glisben.
He entered with a big smile, clapping his hands together he said, "Afternoon ladies, today we are going to be rock climbing, if you'll follow me we'll head to the climbing walls."
I jumped up quickly to follow, I loved rock climbing, even though I had only been once on a date. The boy I was with had been really nice, but my parents had transferred me to a new school before I got to see him again.
We entered a massive room, the walls were shaped like rock formations with hand and footholds protruding randomly. I eagerly listened as Mr. Glisben demonstrated how to put on your harness. He explained that the climbing cables were all hooked up to machines behind the walls, so we could rappel whenever we were ready. He walked around checking everyone's harness to make sure it was secure, and instructing us to put on a helmet before we started.
And then I was climbing! I loved being high up and looking down at the ground below. My favorite part was going down though, I loved hanging in the air and kicking off the wall as I rappelled to the ground.
The hour went by quickly, and soon class was over. It was the first time I had ever been disappointed to be leaving the gym.
I rinsed off quickly and got dressed in my uniform again. My next class was Art with Monsieur Dupont. He was a good teacher, but I was never very good at drawing or painting. We were working on still-life paintings, and my apple looked more like a pumpkin.
When I walked into the art room, I noticed that the normal set up had changed. There was a raised dais in the middle of the room surrounded by a combination of easels and desks. Monsieur Dupont instructed everyone to take the medium of their choice and take a seat. I wasn't sure what to do, but I definitely didn't want to paint. I ended up grabbing clay and sitting at a desk. When everyone was ready, he asked for a volunteer. Remembering what had happened last time there was a volunteer, I raised my hand, so did most of the other girls.
A curvy brunette was chosen and she eagerly got undressed. Mssr. Dupont removed her chastity belt and the accompanying breast band and she took a seat on the stool.
"Today we will begin our study of the female form, I want all of you to work on replicating what you see with the medium you have chosen." He paused to help a girl struggling with her canvas and then resumed his speech, "Don't worry about the face just yet, focus on her body, the soft curves and angles that you see. Once you feel that you have captured her likeness, I want you to choose a new medium and do it again. We will move on once everyone has done it at least twice. Now, you may begin!"
I had taken a pottery class in high school, but that had only covered the basics, I had no idea what was needed to make something like this. I messed around for a while, trying to get the basic shape of a body before attempting to make it look like a woman.
I jumped when Mssr. Dupont spoke right behind me, "Why have you chosen clay Mara?"
I shrugged, "I didn't really think about it, I just kind of grabbed the first thing I saw."
He raised an eyebrow, "And now you find that it is more difficult than you expected."
I nodded, "I thought we would be doing more fruit, not people."
He cocked his head to the side, "Regardless of what you thought, I want you to really try with this, you've been holding yourself back and I know you can do better."
"You really think so?" No one had ever believed in me like that before.
He put a hand on my shoulder, "I do. I look forward to seeing your final piece."
I spent the rest of the class shaping my clay as best as I could. I wanted this project to turn out perfect, just to show that I could.
When the vibrator inside me signaled the end of class, I still wasn't happy with what I had. But it was time for dinner and after the day I'd had, I was starving. I cleaned up my project and headed to the Cafeteria.
I was so distracted during dinner, that Hanna asked me if something was wrong. I claimed I was just tired and quickly finished my meal. I still had counseling with Mr. Thornton before I could go to my room, but it was too early to head to his office. I walked aimlessly through the halls, killing time while I waited.
I found myself in a hallway I didn't recognize, there were pictures on the walls of smiling women. Under each picture was a name and a year, I recognized Natali's last name and studied the picture. There was a definite resemblance and I guessed that it was her older sister she had mentioned had graduated from here. I felt my vibrator kick on and found my way back to Mr. Thornton's office, he was waiting with the door open.
"There you are, I was beginning to wonder if you were coming at all."
