Karla walks into sewing class, late as usual. But the girl didn't care. She didn't want to be a stupid servant, the girl would much prefer to be a soldier, along with the lads. But, that's most likely not going to happen.
Sargeant-Walks forward. Now the much older boys will look after you on exercise this morning. He slowly walks towards Tom-Dont let anything happen to them he snarls. Tom-We won't sir! Starts to jog and stays at the back of the group with the older lads to make sure nothing goes wrong.
Elza; - sees Karla - Hey! There's a free seat my here if you want to sit.. - points to and empty stood beside her -
Elza; - faintly hears Savannah - hey, you could just sit here. We don't have to invite you. It's.. Savannah, right?
Biancha: Whispers to Elza "Watch this..." She picks up her needle and thread and stabs herself with the needle then stabs Elza "Matron, we've hurt ourselves!"
Jess: -Takes a seat near the back. Drums her fingers to a song in her head whilst staring out the window absent mindedly-
Biancha: Turns around and stabs Jess' finger with a needle "MATRON! We are hurt so very badly!" Matron Willow: "You poor babies, sit in the book corner for a while!"
Owch.. - rubs the prick - but it did work - smiles - what do you mean your going!? - frowns and looks sad -