“Women not allowed”, A large sing held the words in front of the large mansion hosting the event. I walked past while controlling the rising anger, calming myself down with a few deep breaths and a brief pep talk. It’s unfair how we have no control, we have hardly have any rights which means we can’t do a thing.

Women can’t:

- Have a say in important matters

- Attend special events or host any

- Speak unless spoken to nor can they stop any injustice done towards them

- Stay after curfew

I have listed a few but the truth is that their is a whole book on the things we can do and the things we cant. The book is given to every girl at the age of 10 and she must read through it completely and pass a test so that the king knows that they understand what is expected. I hated that book but I don’t dare throw it away since the trouble it might cause is too much. The wind picks up and I stand there for a few seconds thinking if the revolution will one day help me be free because the chains I have are becoming more visible everyday. Being forced into submission is degrading, I might never understand the hatred men, especially the king have for us but I think it has something to do with resentment. Arriving at the small home on the corner I knock the pattern I was assigned.

1 - 2, 3, 4 - 5, 6 - 8

The door opens and I stare into the eyes of a stranger, confusion starts to write itself on my face and I know she can tell, but she speaks first.

“ Number 15, correct?”

“ Correct”

“ Perfect, come in, I am a new recruit or member who is assigned to greeting”

“ oh, I see were is 11, has she entered?”

“ No, we lack here presence”

“ ok”

Walking past the girl I feel a pang of worry, 11 has never been late, as the leader of the meetings she must always arrive on time. We don’t use our names in the house, only in the underground club where are meetings are held. Each member is assigned their number and that is what is used, in total we are 70 but we take turns at this home as to not arise suspicions. I walk deeper into the home and the small hall where a tall bookshelf blocks the entrance. I push a few books to the side and I pull down a small red lever, then the process begins and the wall opens to a staircase and I walk in pulling the lever down for it to close.

“ Mark 15! Hey”

“ We are still using our marks?”

“ 11 is a bit paranoid since Gabriel is hosting a party and the commotion and all the guest she wants to be safe”

Footsteps could be heard coming down fast and soon we meet 11.

“ Lets begin”