Deportment

You hurry as quickly as you can. You don’t want to give the headmistress any excuse to dismiss you and send you to prison.

You grab a seat at the back of the room hoping not to be noticed. Of course, everyone notices and makes comments that you can’t quite hear, but you definitely hear the laughing.

Soon enough the teacher appears and calls for quite.

“Welcome ladies to Deportment.” She pauses and looks around the room. “And I can see most of you need this class desperately. Deportment is about having elegance, grace, poise and high self-esteem. A confidence is emitted from the way you stand, walk and sit. It can also help you look youthful and vibrant.”

Several girl sit up straight in their seats.

Again, you notice the strange buzzing coming from the PA. Why hasn’t anyone fixed that, you wonder.

“Okay, I need a volunteer”, she says. “If no one volunteers I will choose one of you.”

Suddenly you feel a sharp jab in your butt, causing you to yelp and rise slightly out of your seat.

The teacher notices you. “Ah, Miss Doe. Would you please come to the front of the class?”