primary
importance. We are now going to think first of the
group's needs."
"But..."
"You're here because you are selfish, and that
will be the first demon we will destroy. I promise you
that." Dr. Foreman said. "Now then. I have one more
request of you all that you must fulfill before we can
go any further."
She turned to the buddies and each stepped
forward. M'Lady One coming to me. Mlady Two
going to Robin. and M'Lady Three to Teal. They
handed each of us a small composition notebook and a
pen.
"What is this?" Teal muttered, "Homework,
already?"
"That's a demerit." Dr. Foreman said, pointing
at her with a long, thin finger. "You didn't have
permission to speak. One more and you're in the Ice
Room."
Teal looked away. I could see, however, that
she was fighting back tears, tears of rage and fear. "Now then." Dr. Foreman said. "as a second
part of your orientation. I want each of you to write
her story. Tell me everything you can about yourself, what you remember as a child, where you lived, the friends you had or thought you had, the teachers you remember. I am very interested in how you see yourself, what you expect you will eventually do with your life. I want the notebooks filled with details, exact details of every thing you remember as important to you. I am particularly interested in your fears. so I want you to give lots of thought to that. All of us, including me, have something we fear. It's natural or, perhaps, it's something we have inherited or developed because of who we are, where we have lived, whom we have known. Don't dare leave that
out.
"If you lie and I find out you have lied in this
introductory history, you will be fined ten full demerit
points. Remember, I know much about you. This is
both a test of your veracity and a chance for you to
think about yourselves."
We looked at each other in disbelief. Write our
histories? Surely, this was a joke.
"I see you are not taking me seriously," Dr.
Foreman said. "I assure you that you will all remain
here until you are all finished. Until then, no one will
get anything to drink or eat, nor will anyone"-- she
centered on me--"use the bathroom. That's academic
anyway since there is no bathroom." she added dryly. I felt my face flush. No bathroom? Reminding
me I had to go built the pressure inside me. I felt
myself breaking out into a sweat, my heart pounding.
Didn't the other two have to go? If they did, they
didn't show it.
"Finally, let me remind you that no one is to
speak to anyone during this exercise. One of your
buddies will monitor you, and should anyone speak,
you will all remain here one hour longer for every
word uttered."
Then, as suddenly as she finished speaking, she
smiled warmly at us and in loving tones said.
"Welcome. girls. Welcome to my school. I truly hope
this will be a lifesaving experience for you all." With that she turned and walked out, her heels
clicking and echoing around us until she was gone and
it was deadly silent.
It was as if all clocks had stopped. Nothing beat
anymore. Not even our own hearts.
2
Dr. Foreman's Funny Farm
.
Two of the so-called buddies left with Dr.
Foreman. but M'Lady Three remained behind, her arms folded, her back against the door, glaring at us, the corners of her mouth dipped with annoyance at what I was sure she considered baby-sitting duty,
"This is so stupid." Teal muttered.
"Did someone speak?" M'Lady Three chimed.
Like a hungry cat she was so eager to pounce. We all looked down ashamed of our fear. That
was when I saw that someone probably feeling as
desperate as we did had carved the word help into my
old desk. I felt like adding my own cry of rage. I
would carve in betrayed. When I looked up again. I
saw Robin open her composition notebook and begin
writing. She shrugged at me as if to say, what else can
we do? Humor her. Teal, on the other hand, remained
stubborn, her head in her hands, the notebook still
closed. I opened mine.
My life story?
Where do I begin? I was born in Atlanta. My
daddy
Laurice Elehwany Molinari