I washed the sticky, brown mud off my face and brushed the horse hay and dirt out of my hair, the whole time Rebekah sat on my bed waiting contently.
"That's better," she said smiling as I stood up from my cold white wash basin.
Now would be a good time to tell you a little more about the orphanage.
The orphanage is made up of three buildings, the dormitories, the kitchen, washing area etc, and the main house for Lady Beatrice and Charles her son.
The dormitories are split into sections, the ground floor houses the classroom and library, the second floor houses the nursery dorms (ages 0-3, the third floor houses the junior dorms (aged 4-7), the fourth floor houses the intermediate dorms (ages 8-11), the fifth is senior (12-18) and the attic is just lonely old me.
Each floor is split into dorms of 4 girls (except the nursery) and each has a dorm captain (normally the girl who has been there longest) and the dorm captains job is to dish out the chores to each girl per week, there is:
- going out the the water pump and collecting basin water every morning.
- making the beds.
- mopping the floor.
As well as their dorm chores each girl has to do their own laundry and have school work to do.
The orphanage day went like this:
0500- wake up
0600- dorm inspection
0800- morning classes
1300- junior laundry
1400- intermediate laundry
1500- senior laundry
1600- evening classes
2000- junior lights out
2100- intermediate lights out
2200- senior lights out
Each girl is allowed to keep their own clothes but if you do not own any a standard grey pianofore is provided along with a slightly prettier hand me down white one for Sundays and visitors.
Anyway, back to the story,
"I had better go and see if I can borrow a Sunday pinafore as mines ripped now and I don't have time to sew it," I muttered to myself,
"That's why I brought you this, your always recking your dresses out in the stables with Charlie," Rebekah handed me a little brown paper package tied up with string and strait away I ripped it open,
"Oh, my," I exclaimed looking down at the beautiful dress that lay on the bed before me. It was navy and had little butterflies embroidered delicately into the collar, "Oh Rebekah you shouldn't have,"
"Don't be silly, it's yours if you want it,"
"It's truly beautiful,"
I slipped the dress on and looked my self up and down in the cracked mirror, "perfect," I gasped, Rebekah braided my long blond locks and I was ready.
The door bell rang and I bolted, I just about heard Rebekah shout a few last words of luck after me and before I new it I was running past the classrooms towards the front door.