ACADEMY GIRL - Book 3: Arrivals

Chapter 5


Amy woke up to the sound of Susan's alarm. 7 am. Amy's head was between Susan's legs, and she could feel Susan's head snugly held between her own legs. Amy managed to slap the alarm off without disengaging from Susan. Both awake now, they licked each other to one last orgasm, and finally withdrew from each other.

They sat together on the edge of Susan's bed, Susan holding Amy as Amy stroked Susan's hair and kissed her.

Susan smiled. "Big day today, huh?"

Amy laughed. "Your biggest ever. Let's take a shower, and then you write down what you want me to say, and I'll make a list of what we need to get done."

Susan nodded, and took Amy's hand and led her into the bathroom. Their tiny shower stall wasn't meant for two, but they squeezed in together and soaped each other, giggling as they rubbed each other's most private parts.

For half an hour, they both sat at their own desks, scribbling things down on a notepad between pauses for thought. Susan turned around at last to look at Amy. "I'm done. You?"

Amy sighed. "I always get to the point where I feel sure I've forgotten something, but can't think of anything else. I'm there now, I guess. Oh!! I know! What should I do with your stuff?"

Susan thought a moment. "Just keep it, and anything you don't want, throw it away or see if anybody wants it."

Amy raised her eyebrows. "You sure? What about your family?"

Susan shook her head. "I left my sisters everything I wanted them to have already. Really, everything here is yours now. Okay?"

Amy smiled. "Okay."

Susan put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, I need to tell Gail or Bridget when I want my family told, right?"

Amy spun back to her list. "There! I knew I was forgetting something. You know they can wait till the end of the year, right? They'd deep-freeze a cut of your meat and get it to your family then. I'm guessing that's what you want, right?"

Susan sighed and nodded. "I'm okay with dying today, except I just didn't want my family to know I crapped out quite this fast."

Amy nodded. "The school understands that. I think most girls want to wait on telling their families until the year is over. Anyway, we can tell the dorm sisters on the way to breakfast. Feel like breakfast?"

Susan grinned. "Sure. One last meal."

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Susan held Amy's left hand with her right all through breakfast, awkwardly eating with her left. Amy waved at Linda and Laney when they came in. The two Second Year students came over to Amy's table once they'd got through the serving line.

Linda smiled at Amy's roommate. "Hi, Susan." She blinked as saw why Susan was eating lefthanded. "Didn't know you guys were getting this close. Are you going to get a single bed?" She beamed at Amy, happy for her.

Susan burst out laughing. "I guess that's one thing you don't need to put on your list, Amy." Amy joined her laughing.

Linda looked at Laney to see whether she got the joke, then looked back at Susan, mystified.

Susan laughed again, seeing the look. "You guys are going to be eating me for dinner tonight." She paused. "Oh, wait. I think only the First Years eat me, right?" She looked at Amy.

Amy nodded. "I think that's what the handbook said. When a Third Year dies, they share her meat with the Second Years, but there's just so many First Year students they pretty much finish off the girl themselves."

Laney's jaw dropped open. "So you're the First Year's demo today? I'm..." She stopped, looking at Susan. "I was going to say 'I'm sorry,' but I'm not getting a feeling I need to."

Susan looked at Amy and grinned. "Well, I'm okay with it." She raised Amy's hand to her lips and kissed Amy's fingers. "Amy thought of a way to make it a lot better."

Linda and Laney fell into the same puzzled looks as before.

Amy said, "We're kind of putting on a little show before the demo. Nothing as elaborate as the Hanging Girl scenarios the graduates go through, but just to give it some of that feeling."

Tina, one of the First Years, was walking by, heading for the service line. She stopped, her jaw dropping. "Susan? It's you today?"

Susan nodded eagerly. "We're going to have a little fun with it first."

Tina looked at Susan with admiration. "Well, I'm really sorry you had to go so soon. I wish I could have got to know you better. But I promise I'll always remember you." She bent down hugged Susan.

Susan gave her a surprised look and a smile. "Thank you. And don't just remember me, okay? Remember what you learn from me today." She tapped Tina's head and squeezed Amy's hand.

A smile spread on Tina's face. "I think I see what's helping you deal with this. And I will remember." She hugged Susan again, and went on to get her breakfast.

It took just a few minutes for the word to spread around the cafeteria. One by one nearly all of the girls, including the Second and Third Years, left their tables to exchange a few words with Susan and give her a goodbye hug -- probably twenty of them altogether. Far to the left, Amy could see Megan, looking bemused and shaking her head slightly. Amy was glad Megan didn't come over and spoil the mood.

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At the door of the hair salon, the girls discovered it wouldn't open until nine. Susan threw up her hands, exasperated. "What should we do till then? Are there other preparations we need to make?"

Amy shook her head, a smile suddenly appearing on her lips. "Got a better idea. This way."

As soon as Susan determined where they were headed, she gasped. "Oh, yeah!" She started leading, pulling Amy onward.

Susan opened the door of the Hall of Honor slowly, a look of awe on her face. "I was here before once, but I didn't feel like this. Now it's kind of... personal."

Within the Hall, the displays of heads were arranged somewhat similarly to the stacks in a library. On entering, the girls came into a narrow walkway between two sets of shelves on either side, consisting of the niches, in stacks of three from near the floor to just above eye level, in which the honored heads of former students resided. At the end of the walkway, a left turn revealed further walkways, bearing more recent heads as one came farther from the door. Eventually one came to a partially-filled row, with open space beyond it for sacrificed students of future years.

It was even more difficult than in a library to speak loudly in here -- a hushed voice was all most of the girls could muster when they visited.

Susan read the plaque in one of the niches nearest the door. "Belinda Masters." She looked at the date, whispering, "Amy, can you believe she's been here for eighty years? Well, maybe not this same room. I suppose they probably moved the Hall somewhere along the way when they needed more space."

Amy looked at Belinda's head, and stroked the girl's hair softly. "The plaque says she was nineteen when she died. She does look like that. She was born almost a hundred years ago!" Amy shook her head, marveling.

"Let's go see some of the newer ones. I want to see if I can figure out where I'll be." Susan pulled Amy along with her again, eager to explore. She did walk slowly, though, feeling the weight of history that filled the air, as heads of former students looked towards her from both sides as she and Amy passed by.

Amy stopped at the entrance to one row. "I think this is the last one that's been used so far..." She squinted. "Yeah, I see blank shelf space down at the far end. This is where the latest ones are." With Susan still holding her hand as if she'd never let go, Amy started down the row.

They stopped as they arrived at the end of the heads. On the shelves behind them, heads filled the niches all the way to the far wall, but the heads in front of them came to an end here.

Susan took a deep breath, wide-eyed, as she reached out tentatively into the empty niche in front of her. It was on the second of the three levels of niches. The niche immediately below it contained a pretty blonde girl's head, the one above it was empty.

Amy looked at the plaques for the heads immediately to the right. "Let me make sure..." She looked at the dates, muttering under her breath, "Okay, this was the last one here, and this one was just before her..." She straightened up. "Yeah, I see the order they're doing it. They'd put your head in this one."

Susan bit her lip. "That's one more bad thing about being the first in our class to go. I've never met any of the girls here. I'll be with all these... strangers."

"Well, there'll be more of our class here soon, you know. They'll be grateful for a familiar face. You'll be kind of a... trailblazer, I guess."

Susan giggled. "You always find a nice way to look at it." She turned her back to the niche and pressed her neck against the shelf at the base of the niche. Amy understood Susan wanted to see what she'd be looking at after her head was mounted here. Susan pointed across the aisle. "I'll be looking right at her the whole time." She stepped across the aisle. "Jayne Morrow. She's been here... six years, I guess. Oh!!" Susan pointed at the date on Jayne's plaque. "She was the first in her class to go too! We've got that in common. Let me see what's in her drawer."

She pulled open the small drawer at the bottom of the niche. Within it were folded sheets of paper, some with little hearts drawn on them. Susan opened one of the sheets, and read it out loud. " 'Dear Jayne: I wish I'd had time to get to know you better...' " That seemed to be a common sentiment. " '...I'll always remember your sweet smile.' " Susan looked at the girl. "Right now she's just got that little smile preserved heads usually have, but she does look happy. Think so?" She looked up at Amy.

Amy nodded. "Like she was somebody who always saw the best in everybody."

Susan put the note back and closed the drawer. "She'll be kind of like my partner here. For..." Her eyes widened. "How long will I be in this room, do you think?"

Amy grinned and shrugged. "I'm trying to picture where this room is in relation to the outside of the building. I have a feeling when they need more space they'll just be able to expand the room, instead of moving you all to a bigger place. So you might be here for..." She blinked in astonishment at the thought. "...centuries!"

Susan gawked at her. "For real?? Like in two hundred years other girls might come in here and see my head here? And see my name, and maybe read the notes I got?"

Amy nodded, open-mouthed. "Isn't it cool?"

Susan took a deep breath. "Wow!" She fastened her eyes on Amy. "You'll come and see me, won't you?"

Amy gave her an exasperated look. "Well of course I'll come and see you! What do you think, I'm just going to forget about you? I'll come in here every chance I get, as long as I live, especially if I'm feeling down, because remembering you will always bring me back up again."

Susan threw her arms around Amy and squeezed tightly against her, whispering "Thank you, thank you!"

Amy held her for a long time. Finally she said, "Hey, the hair salon should be open. We better get moving."

"Oh! Right!" She took Amy's hand once more and together they left the Hall of Honor and ran down the hallway.



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