The Sisters Of ApF
The Indoctrination of Soror Ride Dick
Chapter One
mary ann
"Mary Ann!" My father's voice roared up the stairwell and startled me out of my trance. "You
better get a move on or you'll miss the bus!" he said as I was enthralled in the mishaps of a blue
jay on my windowsill. The same blue jay that had visited me on a regular basis for the past two
years.
"I'm coming, Daddy!" I got up off my bed and threw a stack of journals into my duffel bag. I
had already managed to cram most of my meager wardrobe into the trunk my mother gave me - a
hand-me-down that once belonged to my great-grandmother. My duffel bag held the most
important items though: all of my favorite photographs, my collection of show ribbons I won
over the years in junior horseback riding competitions, and my journals.
There was no way I would leave my journals behind for my younger siblings or, God forbid, my
parents to find. My life had not been all that exciting up to now - in fact, I wished I had more
scandal to write about. Still, the pages contained my private thoughts and my personal history.
They were for my eyes only.
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