The First Rebelion

It is well known in town that rebilion is not taken very lightly In the city of the Hundred Gates the buzz goes round and round and really never ends. There are all kinds of rebelions, some are completly unforgivable and the offender than is considered dead. A dead rebel is mourned as if he were dead. Thats because to this community he IS dead.

LeyaBina is well adjustd, she has adopted amazingly to poverty, and no longer has any requests from her parents. She has just past her ninth birthday and already a somber child she was with a great work ethic. It was time for Mama to put her to work. LeyaBina never said no, especially to chores. She does not remember a time in her life where chores were not her main responsibility. Now however she is going to reach the double digit, the number ten birthday is at hand and chores were not enough.

It was time for her to go to work. Not for herself, for her family.

She seemed to excell in sewing. Whem Seamstress Shobana came to her school her teacher did not forget to mention to Mother that LeyaBina was brighter and quicker than all the rest. LeyaBina was proud, and Mother went home happily humming to herself . She was not a professional seamstress, but she sewed very well, to become an apprentice. She sewed skirts for her little sisters, house dresses for Mama, and anything Mama asked for LeyaBina tried to sew.

Mama dressed in her special dress. She had one special dress, one weekend dress, one house dress and one street dress. That was her wardrobe. She went into town to find the seamstress that could hire her LeyaBina. The seastress was delighted. She needed the help, good help was tough to find.

When the kids she played with, were headed to school, LeyaBina was headed to seamstress Shobana. When the other kids were hopping home with the books strapped on their shoulders. LeyaBina was hurrying home with a new dress for Hanuna. Mama was happy Hanuna was ecstatic, but LeyaBina wanted more, much more.

Today LeyaBina felt brave. As much as she couldnt stand the black stockings she was forced to wear, she didnt dare take them off. As much as she couldnt stand her braids, and long hair she couldnt be happier if she could cut them off, but she couldnt.

Her little rebelion opportunity came on her way home from Shobana. She was in great spirit, she had just completed a present for Hanuna, she knew Hunana would be very excited. LeyaBina was not with her skirt. It was way too long and uncomfortable. She slowed down and looked around, and around. When she was sure that father was not anywhere around, she picked up her skirt a bit higher and looked in the store window. She felt an amazing power surging in her veins and she knew that she wanted this to be for the rest of her life. She also was well aware of the reality that it was going to last for five minutes if she had the guts.

She kept it up for ten minutes and quickly put it down again, she was sure nobody was watching.

but she was wrong!