Girls Only High School 2

The next day I woke up, sunlight already pouring through the thin curtains.

My body felt heavy, like I hadn’t really slept, I just drifted in and out of restless dreams filled with moans and tangled bodies I couldn’t unsee.

I rolled over, grabbed my phone from the nightstand. No classes today, free period for some faculty meetings. Perfect.

I’d planned to go straight to the hostel mistress, report what I’d walked in on last night. It was my duty, right? Someone had to say something.

I threw on a modest knee length skirt and a high neck blouse, the kind my mom would approve of and headed out, rosary beads clicking softly in my pocket for comfort.

The hostel mistress’s office was on the ground floor of the main dorm building, tucked behind the common lounge. The door was slightly ajar.

I knocked once, polite, quick and pushed it open.

And stopped dead.

Sister Agnes, the hostel mistress herself, mid-thirties, always in her severe black ha