Abby's POV.

    The circle was filled with kids just like us we waited for what hell was going to be released on us first. Mrs. Sanders pulled out these flash cards showing what looked to be like a woman doing chores.

"These are your gender role cards you will practice with these after every meal to put you in your place," she explained. The cards were passed out to the kids around us and I shuffled through the cards horrified by the sexism of them. The kids showed disgusted faces to these and Mrs. Sanders just smiled.

 "Oh, my this is just the beginning we have to practice what is on the cards to become normal again. Any questions?" she asked.

"Are us girls still allowed to go on runs or get some type of exercise?" A girl asked.

"Yes and no. You see you can do basic exercises but, you can't do sports. Your job is to cook for the fine boys on the property. You can't act like a boy to serve one," she replied. The group was disgusted by that comment but we sat still.

"So, we aren't allowed to cook for ourselves?" a boy asked.

"No, you will be fed by our fine ladies," she replied.

"So what is our schedule?" A kid asked.

"Everyday girls will wake up an hour before the boys to cook breakfast. The boys will be served then the girls can eat. After that we will have a group therapy session and we will split off into individual therapy. Church services will be after lunch and we practice gender role therapy after. Finally we have dinner that leads to bed time," she explained in detail.

"How is that fair for us girls to wake up earlier. Can't the boys wait?" Aubrey asked.

"No, you must be faithful servants which means you have to work harder," she replied. I tried to keep a normal composure and remind myself, fake it until you make it. The other kids in the group were fuming, but decided to say nothing.

"There is one more rule you all shall have ingrained in your head. If you show any homosexual tendencies towards the people in your group you will be punished severely," she added. She started handing out switchblades to us. "These are for when you have homosexual feelings. You have to remind yourself it is wrong by little cuts on your body," she said.

"Mrs. Sanders this is wrong. What if someone tries to commit suicide with the switchblade?" A boy asked with his face red.

"Well the sinner will go to hell where they belong," she replied. "Anyways this meeting is over. Go to the cafeteria for lunch," she said. We all knew this place would be hell and we prepared for the worst.