it's going to get better i promise! but tell me if you don't want to hear anymore.


. I followed her and the other woman inside, glancing at the old wooden, cracked sign above the ancient oak doors. It read “All girls Reformatory School”
Once inside I looked around at my new home. Jordan was pressed against my side. There were several girls standing around trying to snatch looks at me while not actually staring. I glared at them until they shrank back in to corners and behind doors.
A short stout black woman brought five girls from downstairs. “Hello Edna, these will be your roommates for the time that you’re here, so I suggest you get to know them.” She seemed nicer than Mrs. Calloor. A skinny tan girl stepped forward; I guessed she was the leader the pack that would change soon if I had any say in it.
“Hi, I’m Casey-Joan, but if you ever call me that I’ll know you out. Are we clear?”
I rolled my eyes. “What should I call you then?” I asked sarcastically “CJ” she answered just as sarcastically if not more. I could tell who was the boss. It would stay that way during my time here. Cj shoved a pale tall girl with muscular legs forward and elbowed her in the ribs.
“ uuum...hi, I’m…uuum…nora…uuum.you can call me nori ……… you know..if you want to…” I nodded at her and looked at the others girls. just as one began to talk Ms. wenda , the lady who brought the girls down, interrupted.
“CJ, you would take edna up and show her your room?” That was a command rather than a suggestion. as we headed up some long winding stairs long winding stairs I could hear ms. Wenda’s voice fading as she addressed my father ” Mr. Wallner, I’ll take you to the head mistress to discuss monthly costs and visitation…..”