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West Point High: Choose your own Adventure

It was the middle of nowhere. For hours, it seemed, has the bus been driving through nothing but deepest woodlands. Mina sat at the window, watching trees and hills pass by.
"Such a beautiful place..." she mused to herself as the bus passed over another bridge, giving the young woman a good look of the scenery. Below her was a river, flowing through the endless green sea of the forest. Above her a gray sky, heavy with clouds. The weather resembled Mina's mood. She was weary, nervous, uncertain about her future. As she watched the scenery fly by, she thought back. Just yesterday she had left home to be sent to a boarding school. "West Point High," she mused. "I hope it's not as dull as this trip." Mina remembered her friends telling her goodbye.
"Come back soon," Samantha had told her, almost crying.
"We know you'll come back soon," Wendy had laughed. "You just make sure to get into trouble. They'll kick you out and send you back in no time."
Back then she had everything a young woman could want. She was popular, had the best friends in the world and she had fun parties on the weekends. Mina had even been captain of her local soccer team. Soccer and her friends, that had been her life. But no more.
Mina smiled at the memory and snapped out of it. She looked around inside the bus. Around her she saw more girls about her age. "So many strangers," she thought. Mina flipped through the pamphlet in her hands again. "West Point High... Learning through discipline... bondage as part of a newly developed pedagogic method... scientifically proven... only the best for your daughter's future...."
This is boring," Mina announced, stuffing the pamphlet back in her backpack. She ran her fingers through her long black hair, an old habit of her, showing that she was nervous.
"Then you're lucky, young lady," the driver said with a snicker. "Cause the ride's over." His announcement stirred the crowd in the bus. All the girls leaned forward in their seats, eager to see their new boarding school, where they would spend their academic future. No less than half a minute later the bus passed one last corner and into view came West Point High.
The bus left the forest and was now driving across open plains towards the towering stone walls which marked the border between endless wilderness and the school grounds. As the bus drew closer, the ornate front gate opened. The girls noticed the school motto: "Learning through Discipline" engraved in the stone above the door, as well as the beautiful emblem, which looked like an ancient coat of arms. But Mina had an eye for details. She also saw the barb wire on top of the walls, trip wires parting the long grass in the meadows outside and the lookout towers on the walls.
"This is a fortress," she recognized. "A glamorous fortress..."
Inside the bus did not stop. For at least ten more minutes it kept going, passing school buildings, dorms, shops, a small mall, a swimming pool and countless other buildings. While the other girls stood at the windows, glaring at the marvels of this self-sufficient city school, Mina couldn't help but wonder. "This place is huge. Why did they build it so far away from the big cities?"
"Hey, sourpuss," she heard a voice behind her. "What are you thinking so hard about?" It was Megan, a short girl with long brown hair,whom Mina had met on the bus ride. "C'mon, there's a lot to see!" she tried to cheer Mina up.
"I guess, you're right," Mina agreed. "I guess I just worry too much."
And so the two girls looked out the window and soon enough they saw their destination coming in sight: A parking lot in front of a large brick office building.
The girls got out and were greeted promptly by an elderly man in a suit.
"Looks like that dude from Men in Black," Megan snickered.
"Yeah, but not as good-looking," another girl agreed.
Before they could go on, they were interrupted. All the girls had gotten out of the bus and formed a semi-circle around the man.
"Ladies, may I have your attention, please?" he said. His voice was louder than one would expect. "I'm glad you all made it here," he started with a warm smile. I hope you've enjoyed your trip and that you'll enjoy your time here. To make things easier for you, we've already delivered your uniforms into your dorm rooms. Your luggage will be brought in soon. So please hurry up and change. We'll meet back here in 20 minutes. Any questions?"
The girls were eager to see their new dorm rooms, so they complied without hesitation. Only Mina was skeptical. It's 12 o' clock at noon now. I wonder if we'll have class today or if this is a welcome-event-day. That was a strange greeting..."
Mina hurried inside and found her room small, but comfortable. On her bed she saw the school uniform the man had mentioned: A white blouse with the school emblem sewn to the chest, a plaid mini skirt and a pair of white knee socks, all neatly folded. Below the bed a stood pair of Mary-janes, neatly polished.
Mina looked at the clothes. Instead of walking right over and putting them on, she decided to look around first. The room was clean, it had its own bath room, the closet was full of other fresh sets of school uniforms, at the window stood a wide desk with lots of spacious drawers. Even though Mina was far away from home, she felt that this would be as close to a home as she could hope for.
Her eye caught a clock hanging on the wall.
"Oh no!" she thought. "I'll be late!" She had spent too much time looking around her room, so now she had to hurry putting on her uniform. Hastily she discarded her clothes on the bed and put on the blouse. "It fits perfectly," she noticed, but lacked the time to appreciate it. Hastily she slid on the skirt, which reached down to the middle of her thighs and then pulled the long white stockings up her legs. "Hmmm, silky," she thought." Those clothes don't seem cheap, she noticed. Finally she slid the black shoes back on her feet, grabbed her backpack and hurried outside.
She made it, but barely.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Pearson, you're still on time," the man told her as she caught her breath. Speaking up, he announced "Now that we're all back here together, let me formally introduce you to your new school, West Point High!" the girls who had been chattering quieted down and listened up. "And if I may add, you're looking good in those uniforms," he added with a smile.
He got a few giggles from the assembled girls before proceeding with the introduction. He took the group for a tour across the campus and gave advice on what cafeterias were good, where to get school supplies and so on. Mina took notes, but tuned out his monologue of West Point High's history and trivia.
"...and ever since, school law prohibits students from bringing olives or shaving cream to chemistry class," the man concluded, making the class laugh. Mina snapped out of her daydreaming. Apparently she had missed a funny story. "Doesn't matter," she thought. "As long as I get the important info."
"Umm, excuse me, sir!" another girl spoke up.
"Yes, what is it?"
"What's that?" she asked and pointed to a large wooden construction a couple of hundred feet away from the road, in the middle of the lawn. Mina looked at it. "It's a big wooden box on wheels," Mina thought.
"Let's have a closer look," their guide announced and took the group of newcomers off the road.
As Mina came closer, she saw the wooden box for what it really was: a mobile pillory.
It was about 15" wide and 7" long, but rose only up to Mina's eye level. Inside several unfortunate girls were strapped down to the bottom of the box, facing down. Their hands were free, but their necks were pinned down by heavy wooden bars. Next to the box stood another girl with her hands in chains. Her cuffs were connected to the box.
"This, ladies," the man explained," is our way of keeping our lawn free of weeds. Observe."
The girls were using their hands to pick weeds and threw them in buckets hanging on the walls of their pillory-box. Whenever there were no weeds in reach, the girl in chains would pull the pillory to a new positions were the workers could continue.
As she looked after the strange cart being pulled away, Mina pitied the bound girls.
"Sir," she spoke up.
"Yes, Mrs. Pearson?"
"What on earth have these girls done to deserve such a harsh punishment?" There was a moment of silence and Mina felt all eyes resting on her.
The guide finally broke the silence. "They walked on the lawn." Seeing how Mina just stared in disbelief, he elaborated: "You see, we here at West Point High think that the punishment should mirror the crime. Those girls walked on a lawn that has just been re-fertilized. There were signs and they ignored them. And so, for damaging the freshly planted plants, they will now see to the lawn's well-being." He gave Mina a smile, as if he was talking about the most normal thing in the world.
"What?" Megan now spoke up."You get a horrible medieval punishment for stepping on the grass?! That's nuts!"
"Young lady," the guide answered with a stern tone. "Watch your tone."
Immediately Mina felt the need to speak up.

Now it's your turn to decide what Mina does, just follow the link below the action of your choice:

Mina should try to calm down Megan. Who knows what kind of trouble she'll get herself into.
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The rest of this class feels the same way as Megan. Treating those girls so horrible for walking on the lawn is just wrong. Mina should step up for Megan and speak her mind. It's the right thing to do.
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