Journey of a Girl

A Proper Education: Chapter Sixteen

"But I imagine most of you have already guessed it, and quite a few have been here before. I'm pleased to announce that this morning marks your first day of work detail!"

A wave of cheers and excited gasps echoed his reveal. Several people clapped their hands.

Damn it all, Credence thought. She'd forgotten about work detail entirely.

The Headmaster allowed them a moment of celebration before waving his hand to calm them.

"We'll be giving you the name of your family shortly, but first, a few rules."

He gave the crowd a pointed look, implying his next words were to be listened to carefully.

"Rule one: You are never to remove your white tunic unless you are bathing. You will be issued a second tunic to be worn while the first is being cleaned. You will wear no other clothing, or you risk severe punishment and even a possible black stripe."

When a few hands went into the air, the Headmaster explained, "Your tunic designates you as property of this school, and it will keep you from encountering any trouble in the towns. Remember that while you're wearing it, you are a reflection of this institution, and any foul behavior will be met with punishment. I must insist, even if your family gives you other clothing, that you refuse them and inform them of the severity of breaking this rule. Rule two: If someone in the towns offers to purchase you, you may give them your name and direct them to the school. They may not, under any circumstances, purchase you from your work detail family. Rule three: You will return here in seven days. Your family may send you back alone or see you to the gate. There may be a rare occasion when your family wishes to purchase you, but they must bring you back. No exceptions. Seven days, and not a day more or less. Rule four..."

The Headmaster continued with his lecture, but Credence stopped paying attention and returned her gaze to Penny. A curious thing, she could find no hint of the branch that sprouted from the girl's shoulder. There wasn't a single spot of red on her white tunic, suggesting her skin had miraculously closed its ghastly wound. The poor girl looked pale and tired, but otherwise unhurt. She was standing so still that Credence couldn't even see her breathing, and it was obvious Penny was not listening to the lecture either.

She's in pain, Credence realized. Penny might not show outward evidence of changing, but there could be no mistake that she was distressed. A thin sheen of sweat had broken across her brow, the sign of a fever. Credence hoped that getting out from under the Headmaster's thumb for a few days might improve Penny's condition. It might even delay or reverse her change. Penny shivered, though the air was warm and without any breeze. There was something else about her appearance, something different, though Credence could not put her finger on what.

Had Penny grown—taller?

Credence squinted, unsure if her mind was playing a trick. She turned to Gregory and poked his arm to get his attention.

"Does Penny look different?" she asked, motioning with her head toward the girl.

Annoyed, Gregory tore his eyes from the Headmaster to have a look.

"Different how?" When he found Penny he made a startled scoff. "She looks awful."

"Is she...taller?"

"How should I know? Stop distracting me, woodgirl."

"I cannot stress this enough," the Headmaster said, "there will be no ventures to leave the towns or visit your real family. I will add that attempts have happened in the past, and none of them were successful. If you are caught doing either, it will—"

Credence turned back to Penny.

She's definitely taller, Credence thought.

Applause took her from her thoughts. The students shifted nervously on their feet as the Headmaster produced a roll of parchment and unfurled it.

"With that bit of grimness out of the way," the Headmaster announced, "we can begin with your work detail!"

He went through the older classes first, and everyone waited patiently as one by one he called their name and they took their place before him. Family names and professions were bestowed upon each student called; bakers, butchers, woodcutters, tailors.

When the Headmaster arrived at Credence's class, she watched her peers continue the ceremony.

Gregory was assigned to a tanner. Penny to a woodcutter. Lily to a tailor, and so on. Upon receiving their designation they were given a map to help them find their new home in the towns.

"Credence," the Headmaster called and Credence made her way to stand before him.

The others mistook her uneasy demeanor as nervousness for work detail, but inside Credence was boiling. She didn't want to look the Headmaster in the eyes, not when she knew the monster he really was.

All of their private talks, the times he soothed her fears and put her at ease, had been nothing but deception. He'd made her doubt her instincts. So great was her anger that Credence barely heard when the Headmaster looked at her with a smile and declared, "Hutch family, innkeepers."

Credence took the map offered to her, not uttering a single word in thanks, and when she heard the Headmaster whisper, "Behave," as she turned her back to him, it took all her strength not to strike.

As she walked to the courtyard gate she spared a glance at the cluster of trees. They were all students like her, now trapped forever.

The newest one, she had no doubt, was Adam.

No one would ever look for him.

Adam had been found on the streets, and without any family to feel his loss, and everyone at the school moved on from his disappearance, no one would ever think of him again.

Penny would join him soon.

And Credence had been feeding from them, along with everyone else.

If she stopped and listened, would she be able to hear them crying or calling to her?

It tore at her soul to know she could not help them.

There were a few domestics waiting at the gate, with one final gift to impart: A dose of medicine administered with an unclean spoon. Credence's stomach turned, but to keep suspicion away she took her dose without hesitation, trying her best to look pleased with the taste.

She tried not to think about what—or who—it really was.

When she was beyond the gates of the school, Credence ducked into a corner and tried to gag the foulness up from her stomach, even sliding her fingers as far as she could down her throat, but only succeeded in making herself cry.

She opened her map, revealing a simple drawing of buildings and streets. As almost none of the students could read, the map relied on pictures to guide the way, telling its user through colors and shapes where the school was and where the student was expected to travel. A red 'X' marked one of the buildings several streets up and over, but Credence rolled up the map and decided to take her time getting to her new family.

She needed to become familiar with her surroundings, and she only had seven days to do so.

For the first time since she left Lilith's wretched house, Credence was free. She took a moment to enjoy the sun on her face, pretending she had nowhere to go and no expectations hanging over her. She had a brief notion of giving up her grand designs to save the school, the real Headmaster, and poor, doomed Penny. After all, she wasn't sure they could be saved.

Perhaps I shouldn't care about anyone, she thought as she walked. If people want to keep their eyes shut to the evil among them, what help do I owe them?

It would be foolish not to seize the opportunity to quit the disgusting towns once and for all.

I should help myself. Choose survival over kindness.