“So, Magnolia. Have you thought about what you want to do when you leave here?”
Professor VanderLinden had its professional face on: pleasant, smooth, no flirtation even suggested.
Magnolia was not impressed. “I don’t know,” she snapped. “Are you ever gonna let me leave?”
“You’re not still mad at me over that, are you?” He almost sounded pleading.
“You flunked me! You held me back a year!” Continue reading
Thursday, January 18, 2001
Thinking had taken a while.
Thinking about anything besides his orders, his classes, and homework was….
Professor Vanderlinden was dramatizing Brave New World at the head of the class and Leofric was attempting to keep up and take notes (don’t get me in trouble again, and if you start slacking off in classes the teachers will blame me) while Zita and Howard whispered to each other (don’t interfere with other people’s Kept, don’t draw attention to yourself, don’t speak unless spoken to, don’t cause trouble in class). The orders tugged at his mind, his actions, pushing him through the motions of being a Good and Normal Kept. That was, after all, the only way he’d ever be one (too stupid to breathe, at least you’re pretty, don’t you want to be a good Kept).