Too Pure To Resist

Isabella

It was a louder morning bell than usual.

It roared through the house today, rattling off the walls and almost toppling my breakfast utensils as it came from the street.

Fortunately, I wasn't in bed, where I would have woken up to such a miserable sound, but I was up early. I detested it.

Marie wouldn't let me act viciously, even if I wasn't. However, I did tend to become grumpy in the morning when I was especially exhausted.

Even though I was exhausted, I was unable to fall asleep. In addition to being the last day of classes, today was also the day for making decisions.

I was giddy with anticipation and anxiety. It got so awful that I almost forgot to kiss Michael and Marie on the cheek before leaving for the school route.

Behind a bigger group of pupils making their way to the school, I strolled by myself. In moments like these, it was always preferable to remain unseen. particularly in the presence of girls like Beatrice.

She was laughing with the girls around her as she walked ahead of me today-girls who used to be my old friends.

However, that was before anything. Before Daniel was exiled and before I rose to the top of Father Lucas's hierarchy.

I anticipated that jealousy would be the cause of the initial taunting and suffering. However, as word of Daniel's actions spread, she was able to fully exclude me from their sisterhood.

However, the taunting had begun much earlier, when we were all carefree kids. She had convinced everyone in the first grade to refer to me as Grams. Before learning what it stood for-grams of fat-I was okay with it. The term had stuck with my classmates, so I sobbed for days and refused to go to school.

And as we were all playing in the field during break, Daniel, the cruel sixth grader, did something horrible. He had gathered a pail of horse poop that had been lying around for days.

We all watched in horror as the excrement sprayed all over Beatrice's face and into her mouth when he tossed the bucket at her, but he didn't stop there. In front of the entire school, he had gone on to refer to her as Waste Face.

When I asked him why he would act so cruelly, all he responded was that I could now go to school in peace because others were too preoccupied with calling her Waste Face to refer to me as Grams of Fat.

Beatrice's condition only worsened when Daniel fled. However, I reasoned that she would now have cause to despise me.

Daniels was assigned to her sister, after all. She was made fun of since she was unable to do her duty after he fled. She was set aside when all the other recent graduates were getting pregnant for The Colony's future.

That was almost five years ago, yet my heart ached for her. She had no cause to