Jessica could tell the police officers were starting to size her up as she weighed her choices. Not wishing to appear suspicious herself, Jessica agrees to join the police inside the forbidding walls of the notorious private school.
“Yes, of course officers”, Jessica smiles nervously, anything I can do to help bring a truant student back safely within the walls of the famous St. Mary’s, you know?”
But as the tall iron gates closed behind the four of them, the older cop led the way while the escapee began to thrash and kick around in the arms of the younger officer. Jessica nervously brought up of the rear of the awkward procession. And she immediately regretted her decision to enter the dreaded institution on her first full day in town. It seemed almost as if the day darkened slightly just upon setting foot inside the dreary grey interior of the high walls of St. Mary’s, and Jessica gave a little shiver as she clutched her handbag tightly and followed through the courtyard, then up the steps of the main hall. When the solid oaken doors locked behind Jessica and she was undeniably trapped inside of this infamous reformatory sans safety net, she erupted in goosebumps and her heart beat faster, almost as if she were ready to take flight.
Jessica followed along so closely down the hall she accidentally ran right into the younger cop, who had by now reined in the still sobbing truant. His glare back at her from over his shoulder was enough to nearly cause petite Jessica to have an accident, and she became worried that he might realize she was wearing falsies to enhance her tiny chest and become suspicious of her.
The small entourage stopped for mere seconds before the door opened to reveal a stern looking nun with a wooden ruler and a sniffling little girl beside her, facing the corner of the car with her school dress on, but her undies down around her quivering knees. Jessica is forced in tightly beside this poor sobbing girl, and the look that the nun gives Jessica is enough for her to stand with her back towards the nun as everyone is packed into the elevator.
During a moment or two on the ride up to the admissions offices, the elevator lights flicker, and Jess feels a tug on her purse as she tries to keep it as tightly close as she can.
After the elevator doors have closed behind them and the nun and her charge head off down a hall in another direction, Jessica, the police, and the girl who had tried to get her to help escaping St. Mary’s arrive at the imposing admissions desk, from which a horrid toad of a woman with huge hair and thick granny glasses glares down at them. She croaks with laughter as she scolds the girl, “I tried to warn you, Vanessa. I told you: Just play by the rules and be a good student and someday you will be allowed to return home to your parents. But they entrusted us to make certain that you would be a good, obedient daughter upon your return. And this latest attempt isn’t endearing you at all to the caregivers trying to make a difference with your young lives! It’s off to Ward B for you now, widdle Vanessa for some of St. Mary’s patented Regression Therapy. It’s a shame that you’ll have to undergo a full behavior modification, but you’ve left us with our hands tied in the matter”, and with that, the old lady slams an old rubber stamp down on her forms declaring the runaway admissible to their bizarre infantilization technique for re-teaching girls proper behavior from the bottom up.
Jessica fretted as the girl she could have tried to save is led away into some super-creepy inner bowels of the place for their unusual brand of education, and is startled out of her revelry when she suddenly realizes the old woman at the admissions desk has just repeated a question for her, and the cops are now also appraising her more closely with the escapee recaptured.
“What? I’m sorry!”, blathered Jessica as she looked around at all of them guiltily.
“These nice Police Officers are willing to share the award money for the safe return of our missing angel, and I am trying to ascertain that this is indeed how you would like to proceed?”
“Yes! Of course. Right. Let’s do that.”, Jessica stammered as they seemed to eye her with renewed suspicion.
“You know, you don’t look familiar, dear. You wouldn’t mind if I asked you for some ID? It’s not that we’re not eternally grateful for your active participation in her return, of course. Just a formality really”, the old woman at the tall desk asks, while she files the papers for the former girl away in a cabinet behind her.
Jessica begins fumbling around in her purse. Then, fumbles some more, now slightly panicky. Soon she’s quivering all over as she realizes she can’t find her ID! It dawns on her that anyone could have filched her info...but she has no idea who!
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