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Copyright 2011 Darlene Gibbs
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I twisted and turned in the carriage uncomfortably.
“What on earth were they thinking when they pulled this corset so tight.” I muttered, my actions causing some strands of my bright red hair to slide out of the perfectly pinned bun Miss Leslie had put it in, and causing Gabriella beside me to look most ferocious.
“Do keep still child, and it is most improper for a young lady to speak openly of her under garments.” Ms Leslie scowled.
I glared at her.
“So I guess I would be well out of place to point out that these pantaloons are itchy as well?” I said, her mouth mutated into a shocked O, and I giggled, it pleased me no end to go against the rules and regulations that society took great pains to lay down, especially the really stupid, pompous, aggravating ones. My joy was short lived however; as Ms Leslie rapped me hard on my knuckles with a strong stick she kept for disciplining us girls. I drew back my hand swiftly and fought back a tear, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing just how much that hurt.
“Have the last ten years at Franklyn’s Accomplished and Refined .Training School thought you nothing?” She demanded.
‘FARTS by name and FARTS by nature’ I thought angrily.