(O) I'm Not Afraid
Posted Jan 17, 2021 16:37:46 GMT -5
Post by Courtney on Jan 17, 2021 16:37:46 GMT -5
Dated May 20th, 1:00 PM
Courtney stood up from her place on the floor and smoothed her dress. Truth be told, dresses weren't her favorite thing to wear. Sure, she wore them often, but that did not stop her from you know, making a mess of them when she was 11 and 12 years old. She snickered because she remembered also tearing them on the hems. Then questions were asked about her dresses having mud, or tears.
Her time spent training was also something else. On top of learning how to clean rooms and furniture, she put up a slight fight against dresses and shoes. She would ask so many questions why she needed these silly articles of clothing. Their responses were always the same, about being the dress code. She would let them put shoes on her feet but in the end she would always hide her shoes someplace and resume her work. This would often get her into trouble and was lectured about not wearing her shoes. They would win every time. The shoe war as her caretaker said, was finally over when she wore her shoes for the rest of the day. She learned that she could take them off before bed. But she would have to put them back on before leaving her room or cage.
Courtney began to wonder how the other animals lived. How would they treat her? Would she be treated well or not so well? She didn't want to stand for a long time so she sat down back on the floor to watch the comings and goings. It was always interesting to see who came in and who left. It was almost like the highlight of her day.
Courtney stood up from her place on the floor and smoothed her dress. Truth be told, dresses weren't her favorite thing to wear. Sure, she wore them often, but that did not stop her from you know, making a mess of them when she was 11 and 12 years old. She snickered because she remembered also tearing them on the hems. Then questions were asked about her dresses having mud, or tears.
Her time spent training was also something else. On top of learning how to clean rooms and furniture, she put up a slight fight against dresses and shoes. She would ask so many questions why she needed these silly articles of clothing. Their responses were always the same, about being the dress code. She would let them put shoes on her feet but in the end she would always hide her shoes someplace and resume her work. This would often get her into trouble and was lectured about not wearing her shoes. They would win every time. The shoe war as her caretaker said, was finally over when she wore her shoes for the rest of the day. She learned that she could take them off before bed. But she would have to put them back on before leaving her room or cage.
Courtney began to wonder how the other animals lived. How would they treat her? Would she be treated well or not so well? She didn't want to stand for a long time so she sat down back on the floor to watch the comings and goings. It was always interesting to see who came in and who left. It was almost like the highlight of her day.
