Catholic School

Catholic School


I hate my life, I hate my father, and I definitely hate Catholic School.

My name is Angelica but everybody calls me Angel. Don’t let the name fool you. I’m almost fifteen years old. I have light red hair that is kind of a blend of red and blonde but I escaped all of those freckles that usually go along with red hair. Mom always called it strawberry blonde! My hair is soft and hangs almost to my waist but it is thin too and I like to keep it in a ponytail. I like the way it swishes when I walk. If I twist my head quickly enough I can swat some boy right across his face with it. If I shake my hips just right when I walk I can really get it into motion and I get all of the boys to check me out. My breasts are rather good at 32-B, my waist is 22, and my hips are 34 but that’s only because I have a great ass. I know because all of the boys tell me so. I’m also very pretty. On top of all of that I’m the biggest flirt in my school. Oh don’t get me wrong I put out too but I’m not a slut. Not yet anyway!

I do manage to get caught quite often doing something wrong. About once a month dad used to threaten to send me to Catholic School but mom always managed to talk him out of it. Usually all it took was some really good sex. I used to listen through my bedroom wall. Once I even put my web-cam on the floor and looked through the crack under the door but I almost got caught so I didn’t do that again.

Then mom died in a car accident and my attitude got even worse.

One morning during first period the gym teacher caught me with my tongue in Amber’s pussy in the shower. The dyke was just pissed because it wasn’t her pussy that my tongue was in. Oh it had been in her pussy on many occasions but just not that one. That’s what really pissed her off. She thought she owned me. She didn’t!

So when dad was called into the Principle’s Office there I was faced once again with Catholic School and no mom to protect me. That very morning I was enrolled in Catholic High School.

Dad had been all set for that. He was just waiting for me to fuck up and I did. While I finished out the day in my public school, cleaned out my locker, and said goodbye to all of my friends, dad was getting everything ready for me at home.

After school when I got home I found out that my room had been emptied of almost everything. My room had even been re-painted. He took all of the clothes out of my closet and my drawers. My makeup was all gone too. My room looked like a fucking nunnery. I had a small plain bed, a small dresser, a wooden chair, and a desk. That was about it except for a big crucifix hanging on the wall. All of my posters were down from my walls and ceiling, my rug was gone, and my fancy curtains were now plain white. The lock on my bedroom door was now on the outside. My phone, computer, and Internet were gone or shut off. I was in hell.

I opened my closet and found a dozen white button down shirts all the same, a dozen black and blue plaid pleated skirts, and several ugly ties all the same too. There were four black patent leather belts hanging on the inside of my door and six pair of black patent leather shoes on the floor, also all a like. I was really in hell.

I opened my dresser drawers and found three dozen white cotton panties all alike and not a thong in the bunch. The next drawer had a dozen bras also white cotton and also all a like. The drawer below that contained at least four dozen pair of socks, the big kind that come up almost to the knee. I was in hell for sure. I wanted to call the Fashion Police.

Then dad said to me, “Get out of those clothes you are wearing and give them to me! Including all of your jewelry! You will find acceptably earrings in your desk drawer!”

At least he politely left the room and waited out in the hall for me to change. I started to cry as reality had set in. I had definitely crossed the line and not for the first time either. This was like jail. I undressed and threw my clothes out the door. I’d be damned if I’d fold them neatly and hand them to him. Then I lay on top of my bed and cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up I had no idea what time it was because I didn’t even have a fucking clock. I turned on my light switch and found a note on my door that I hadn’t seen earlier. It read: If you need me just ring the bell but only once please. It was even signed love, Dad.

Fuck that shit I pushed that damn button a hundred fucking times but he didn’t come. There were metal bars on my window and I couldn’t open my door because there wasn’t even a fucking doorknob on the inside. I cried some more.

Finally I had to pee so bad that it hurt and I didn’t even have a pot to piss in as they say. So out of desperation I rang the bell just once and waited.

Dad came right away and opened my door for me but I stood behind it so that he couldn’t open it up all the way.

He said, “Hi Angel! What can I do for you? Are you hungry yet?”

I looked around the door and told him that I had to pee. He told me to get dressed first unless I just wanted to parade around in front of him naked. I thought about it and I damn near did but then I decided to put on a blouse and skirt with nothing else. I tapped on the door and told him that I was ready. He opened the door and gave me an approving smile.

He told me to come downstairs after I went to the bathroom. When I did dad warmed up my dinner in the microwave. I looked at the kitchen clock and saw that it was almost nine at night. I must have really cried myself to sleep. As I ate dad explained that he would drop me off on his way to work and pick me up on his way home every day. He said that like most parents he worked eight to five so the Catholic High School operates from seven-thirty to five-thirty unlike my old school that was about eight to three. He said that it does not close down for the summer either however he could take me out for a vacation when he takes one.