As mandatory, at the end of each week, the girls would be separated into lines and wait outside of the confessional booths in alphabetical order before it would be their turn to enter. They were usually run by Father DAceria and his wise words to those who had something to confess. I usually spoke of my anger or feeling of isolation as this seemed to give a sort of pity on my “punishment” as the others were forced into cleaning or other chores around the campus grounds. With this in mind, I had managed to have something on the line this time as I didn’t before. I had the sweetest sin of them all and I was going to be in an enclosed space with him while being forced away from him for an entire twenty four hours without so much as a glance. With the snow having taken its first fall upon the
