A quiet bad girl

Last Saturday we enjoyed a day at Lowewood Academy, and for me the experience has been something of a change, compared to the last few school days we’ve been to. For the last year or so I’d been pretty well-behaved at school, and enjoyed my time as a good girl very much. This time, even as I plaited my hair in preparation for the lessons to start, I could feel a bubble of naughtiness swell in my chest – and I knew that Sylvie Barnable would not be coming anywhere near the top in house points.

I have a strong dislike of out-and-out bratting, which can be very disruptive, particularly in a group scene. Even water pistols, used to good effect by some of my classmates, are a bit of an overkill for me. So my naughtiness tends to be very quiet (though not so quiet that it’s hard for teachers to notice). This time I got busted mainly for decorating my schoolwork with sticky tape with rude pictures and sharing the tape with my friends, arguing when called into the staff-room to explain the sticky tape, an occasional swig from miniature bottles of schnaps and vodka, and staunchly avoiding doing any work at all.

Oh, how I enjoyed all of this. I also enjoyed proving to myself that I can be badly behaved without turning into an extravert, which is rather important to my comfort during role-play.

I didn’t get to be too comfortable, though, because in addition to my punishments throughout the day, my guardian was determined to add to my pain when we got home. He wasn’t proud of me for coming bottom of the class with -50 points. Instead he made his displeasure known with smart application of a wooden clothesbrush, which prompted an embarrassing howling display on my part.

Now, having let go of some stress that had been eating me for the last several weeks, I can carry on being the good girl that I am. (No laughing, you in the back!)