Ruby, 18, female, student (1st person)

I sat in my chair, playing with my pen, and carelessly listening to Mr. Morgan's lecture. I am willing to pay attention to class but I can't. Because I have turned 18 today and are now available to be owned. Dad told me that he had made a deal with my owner, who will come to my birthday party and officially claim me in front of all our family and friends. Who will own me? I can't wait to see and serve him.

Suddenly, I heard Mr Morgan's voice. "Ruby, are you listening to me?"

"Yes, of course. Sir!" I stood up, nervously.

"Good girl. Can you tell me how did Girlistianity view women and girls?"

"We, we are objects." I answered immediately.

"That's meaningless. Everybody knows you're objects. Be more specific."

"I, I ..." I try to recall it but failed. "Sorry sir."

Mr Morgan sighed, "happy birthday Ruby."

"Thank you, Sir."

"You just turned 18. I know you're looking forward to be claimed and you can get rid of the boring classes. But you're still a schoolgirl before that. And our knowledge is also helpful for you to understand your position. "

"Yes Sir." But honestly I do not agree with him. How could religious history help me be a better girl?

Maybe except his women. I have no doubt that he discusses history with his woman every night before fucking her. Yes, he has the right to use his woman in any way he likes. But it's still so silly.

We should be taught more useful skills like sex, cooking or housework. I hope I will not be owned by an odd man like him.

"Ok, sit down Ruby. Anyone else? Joanna?" Mr Morgan named another girl. Joanna is 3 months elder than me. Her father set an unaffordable price for her. So she is still unclaimed until now.