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myself, the screen going black as megan hangs up without saying goodbye. She never did that to me when isabel was #1.
Chapter 7
February
Five months until the Ceremony
“How about the one on marine life?”
“Seen it.”
“Rainforests?”
“Seen it. Three times.”
“You’re in a strange mood.” agyness scratches the new haircut that megan said makes her look like a cancer patient.
“I’m bored. This weekend is lasting forever.”
“I’m going to watch the marine one. Call me back if you change your mind.”
“agyness?” I say before she turns off VideoChat. “Don’t mention this to the others. I don’t want them to know that I still watch the Nature Channel.”
“But you do watch the Nature Channel,” she answers slowly.
“Yes, but I don’t want anyone else knowing that.”
“Who cares?” She rubs her head again. Her hair is so short now you can see the pink of her scalp peeking through. She’ll have to check that attitude at the door when she becomes a chastity. “You should just be yourself, freida.”
I switch the chat off and stare at my reflection in the blank screen. I was myself with isabel.
Breakfast, Gym, Organized Recreation, Lunch, Gym, Organized Recreation, Dinner, ePad, Bed .
Breakfast, Gym, Organized Recreation, Lunch, Gym, Organized Recreation, Dinner, ePad, Bed .
To break the monotony, I sneaked into cara’s room after dinner on Saturday, but I was swiftly hounded out by chastity-theresa. I don’t understand how isabel and I got away with breaking Isolation for all those years. The chastities always seemed to look the other way when she was involved, but now, without her, I am vulnerable. My anger with her thickens in my chest, as heavy as a rock.
By Sunday afternoon I feel as if I am drowning in boredom. I’ve seen all the nature shows they are streaming on TV and all that’s left are reality-show repeats.
Wives of the Euro-Zone.
Wives of the Americas-Zone.
Euro-Wives versus Americas-Wives, Battle to the Death .
“ I’m yo King, yeah I’m yo King. Suck it down, coz I’m yo King .”
The newest rapper from the Americas, Lil’ Pete’s video is on Rap TV. He’s standing on a huge gold-plated throne, a crown on top of his spiky red hair. He has numerous leashes in his hands, like reins, extending to diamond-studded collars wrapped around the neck of each of the five naked blond concubines at his feet. They’re kneeling on all fours, glossy mouths slack until it’s time to sing the chorus. “ You’re my king, Lil’ Pete, you my king .”
I upload the video onto MyFace. Within minutes I can hear other girls joining in, voices floating out of open cubicles. “ You’re my king, Lil’ Pete, you my king .”
megan comments under the video that Lil’ Pete looks “sooo like cintia,” and cintia thanks her, bravely pretending that it was a compliment. Ten minutes later cintia uploads a slew of new fotos, her thick red haircut in uneven layers, her chest barely restrained in a floral bikini top.
“Oh my Father, look at how fat I am!” she squeaks.
The screen starts flashing, video comment after comment popping up, denials oozing like tar.
“Please!” freja comments, pulling up a silver mesh sweater to display a concave tummy. “If you think that’s fat, I’m practically obese.”
This is the same girl who told me at dinner yesterday that she’s lost five pounds.
“I can’t help it,” she sighed, throwing her napkin over an uneaten pig chop. “I just can’t stand the taste of in-vitro meat.”
As if we’ve ever had any other kind. It’s just another excuse for her to limit her kcals. I said nothing, silently planning a restricted kcal menu of my own.
cintia is so skinny in these fotos, her hip bones jutting out through her porcelain skin. She is only ranked #24 though. There is no way she is going to be a companion.
“Thankfully,” megan said when the subject came up before. “All that red hair is so unnecessary , don’t you
Chapter 7
February
Five months until the Ceremony
“How about the one on marine life?”
“Seen it.”
“Rainforests?”
“Seen it. Three times.”
“You’re in a strange mood.” agyness scratches the new haircut that megan said makes her look like a cancer patient.
“I’m bored. This weekend is lasting forever.”
“I’m going to watch the marine one. Call me back if you change your mind.”
“agyness?” I say before she turns off VideoChat. “Don’t mention this to the others. I don’t want them to know that I still watch the Nature Channel.”
“But you do watch the Nature Channel,” she answers slowly.
“Yes, but I don’t want anyone else knowing that.”
“Who cares?” She rubs her head again. Her hair is so short now you can see the pink of her scalp peeking through. She’ll have to check that attitude at the door when she becomes a chastity. “You should just be yourself, freida.”
I switch the chat off and stare at my reflection in the blank screen. I was myself with isabel.
Breakfast, Gym, Organized Recreation, Lunch, Gym, Organized Recreation, Dinner, ePad, Bed .
Breakfast, Gym, Organized Recreation, Lunch, Gym, Organized Recreation, Dinner, ePad, Bed .
To break the monotony, I sneaked into cara’s room after dinner on Saturday, but I was swiftly hounded out by chastity-theresa. I don’t understand how isabel and I got away with breaking Isolation for all those years. The chastities always seemed to look the other way when she was involved, but now, without her, I am vulnerable. My anger with her thickens in my chest, as heavy as a rock.
By Sunday afternoon I feel as if I am drowning in boredom. I’ve seen all the nature shows they are streaming on TV and all that’s left are reality-show repeats.
Wives of the Euro-Zone.
Wives of the Americas-Zone.
Euro-Wives versus Americas-Wives, Battle to the Death .
“ I’m yo King, yeah I’m yo King. Suck it down, coz I’m yo King .”
The newest rapper from the Americas, Lil’ Pete’s video is on Rap TV. He’s standing on a huge gold-plated throne, a crown on top of his spiky red hair. He has numerous leashes in his hands, like reins, extending to diamond-studded collars wrapped around the neck of each of the five naked blond concubines at his feet. They’re kneeling on all fours, glossy mouths slack until it’s time to sing the chorus. “ You’re my king, Lil’ Pete, you my king .”
I upload the video onto MyFace. Within minutes I can hear other girls joining in, voices floating out of open cubicles. “ You’re my king, Lil’ Pete, you my king .”
megan comments under the video that Lil’ Pete looks “sooo like cintia,” and cintia thanks her, bravely pretending that it was a compliment. Ten minutes later cintia uploads a slew of new fotos, her thick red haircut in uneven layers, her chest barely restrained in a floral bikini top.
“Oh my Father, look at how fat I am!” she squeaks.
The screen starts flashing, video comment after comment popping up, denials oozing like tar.
“Please!” freja comments, pulling up a silver mesh sweater to display a concave tummy. “If you think that’s fat, I’m practically obese.”
This is the same girl who told me at dinner yesterday that she’s lost five pounds.
“I can’t help it,” she sighed, throwing her napkin over an uneaten pig chop. “I just can’t stand the taste of in-vitro meat.”
As if we’ve ever had any other kind. It’s just another excuse for her to limit her kcals. I said nothing, silently planning a restricted kcal menu of my own.
cintia is so skinny in these fotos, her hip bones jutting out through her porcelain skin. She is only ranked #24 though. There is no way she is going to be a companion.
“Thankfully,” megan said when the subject came up before. “All that red hair is so unnecessary , don’t you
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