So it's a nun/schoolgirl story but with a Stranger Things twist. I was inspired by a shirt film Natalia Dyer (Nancy) was in called Yes, God, Yes. This is just a short introduction. I am still writing the Harry Potter story Project Milf. I will continue with my Twilight/It crossover The Shape soon.
Nancy Wheeler was a good Catholic girl. She was no better or worse than most of the kids at the private school. It was Spring, 1995 in Hawkins, Indiana.
A new nun roamed the halls of the school, in the girl's washroom, Nancy heard the rumours about the woman and what she was capable of.
"I heard she pulled a girl's hair out after she found her in the bathroom putting on lipstick," said Sherry Smith as she checked herself out in the mirror straightening her hair next to best friend, Linda Campbell.
"Nah, I heard worse. She spanked a girl sneaking out in the middle of morning prayer with a studded belt. Even her back."
"That's not true," both turned to Nancy who just got out of one of the stalls. "You shouldn't be gossiping...all of that probably isn't true."
"Shut up, Wheeler!" Sherry snapped at her.
"Yeah, you don't know a goddamn thing!"
"Hey!" Nancy always followed the rules even to a fault, even if that meant the occasional redicule from her peers.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Linda gave Nancy a shove to get by her.
"Yeah, we don't want Nancy ratting us out to Sister Joy." Both girls left in a hurry.
Nancy checked herself out in the mirror; she knew she'd never be as good looking as them, not as tall or popular. She barely had any real curves. She decided not to waste any more time in the bathroom and get to her locker before her sexual education class; that was a joke, it was supposed to just a health class with occasional reference to sex and how harmful it was outside of marriage.
Sister Joy was roaming the hall as Nancy was opening her locker, the tapping of her heels growing ever closer. When the tapping stopped, Nancy looked up and saw the young nun looking down at her with this stern yet comforting face.
Nancy gulped.
"Nancy?"
"Yes...Sis - sister Joy?"
"I have heard much about you."
Nancy almost wanted to say she heard a lot about her too but that would make her look like a smart aleck "Oh?"
"Father Thomas says you are having trouble confessing sins."
"I-I am. Sorry. I'll try harder."
Sister Joy leaned down closer, she had this scar just below her right eye; as if staring into those dark brown eyes weren't intimidating enough. "How old are you?"
"...18...," this surprised Sister Joy seeing just how short the girl looked, so pale and innocent.
"A girl your age has nothing to confess?"
Nancy felt heat on her face, her ears were burning, "I, uh..."
"There must be something. Wicked thoughts perhaps. You have a devious mind, I'm sure of it." Nancy shook her head, too afraid to look away from the dominant woman. "Try me."
"...I guess I am jealous of the other girls...I'm not really as mature looking as them or..."
"Or what?" Sister Joy pressed.
"Pretty...I wish I could be as pretty as them," she looked up at her with such large doe eyes, almost cartoon like in their appearance.
"You'll have to do better than that."
"Huh?"
"I bet you think you're better than everyone," she said smirking.
"No..."
"You're cute, I'll give you that."
"But, Sister, I..."
"You have everyone fooled. But not me," she placed her hands gently onto her shoulders. "You better have something to confess about or you'll be seeing me after school tomorrow...then I shall see what i can do with you."
She left her with those words before turning back down the hallway. Nancy caught her breath, she thought she was about to have a panic attack. She had to think of something to confess, she didn't want to just lie about something. In her short life she hadn't done much of anything, no teenage parties involving alcohol or run ins with the cops or anything. She needed to make up for lost time. This had to be big and then maybe Sister Joy would be off her case.
Will Nancy find something worth confessing? Find out next time!