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Elaine walked home with her sister after getting off the school bus
she had looked up as the bus drove off and stared to see if John was
looking and he was and she smiled or she is sure she did smile then
after the bus had gone she wondered if she had smiled or not or whether
she had imagined she had done so her sister walked on chatting about her
day Elaine just listened as much as she thought she ought but deep down
she was not interested in her sisters day she was more concerned about
John and how he had talked to her and named her after a butterfly but
now she had forgotten the name of the butterfly was it Peacock or
whatever she couldnt recall and did it matter? no it didnt stay in her
mind the name so it couldnt have been important at all she thought
looking past her sister at the trees and the hedgerow which they walked
past when they entered the house her mother was in the kitchen preparing
the dinner her sister talked to her mother about her day but apart from
saying hello and yes she was all right Elaine walked up the stairs to
her room and shut the door and put her school bag on the floor and
walked to the window and stared out at the garden and the trees and
birds in the air and she thought of John and his talk of birds and how
he sought out their nests not to invade or destroy but to study and see
what nest it was and how many eggs and what was the name of the
butterfly he said she was? she couldnt recall and looked back at her bed
at the neatness of it after her mother had made and tidied up and her
favourite doll lay next to her pillow she lay down on the bed and
crossed her legs at her ankles and put her hands over stomach and stared
at the ceiling white but with a spider black and plump settled in the
corner by the window she hated spiders hated the way they settled there
as if waiting for the lights to go out at night then creep along above
her bed and then silently lower themselves down into her bed or head or
on her pillow she thought of john how he had talked to her even though
she had stormed off a while ago after the kiss he gave her and it had
unsettled her but now she wondered if he would kiss her again and if he
did how she would feel next time she sighed and looked at her feet at
the shoes black and slightly scuffed and she knew her mother would tell
her off for having her shoes on while laying on the bed she stared at
the shoes then eased them off with one foot after the other the shoes
falling to the floor and her feet just having the white socks on and she
wiggled her toes and sighed and closed her eyes and wondered what John
was doing now and if he was at home now and what he was thinking and was
he thinking of her as she was thinking of him she mused trying to
imagine him in her minds eye wondering if he would kiss her kiss her the
Frump as the other kids called her at school he had once kissed her she
embraced herself her hands on her shoulders crossed over her breasts
imagining that maybe he would embrace her like that and hold her close
to him and if he did how would she react and why did he blush so easily
as she had when he seemed to take note of her she wanted to pretend he
was there beside her now here in her room where she felt safe and here
on her bed so she could hold him and he hold her but what then? kissing?
and how would her body react to that? She didn't understand her body it
seemed to act on its own like it did that time when he kissed her and
her body acted almost independently of her heart plump faster and her
pulse raced that day and O God she had thought sh'd wet herself but she
hadnt it was just a thing about him how he could affect so even if she
didnt think her did he did she pulled the pillow from behind her head
and held it close to her feeling it with her fingers with eyes still
closed she imagined it was he there his body she was holding soft not
firm she sniffed it it smelt of herself her shampoo her sweat her not
him she held it against her breasts kissed the top pretending it was he
whom her lips touched but it wasn't like him when he kissed her that day
it seemed so soft like a feather touching but it was him his lips
touched her so softly yet stirred her so much she hugged the pillow
tighter yet hugging it made her feel uneasy what if it was him she was
hugging where did things go from there she wondered what happened next
when he had kissed her that day his hands had touched her back one hand
moving over bottom and yet she wasnt so aware at the time of the effect
it was afterwards after he had gone that she realized that he had
touched her there or the maybe it was like a palm print there at least
she imagined so was that what happened? was it touching too? where
touching? O she pushed the pillow away from her and opened her eyes and
stared at the pillow laying there white and soft and lifeless an aunt
had said to her a while ago beware of boys Elaine they only want to get
into your panties and yet her aunt had never said why or what the boys
were after and she hated being fourteen at times she wanted to be nine
or ten again when thing seemed simple and her body did what it was told
but now it seemed to do what it wanted and not what she thought it
should she sighed and put the pillow under head again and lay on her
side and stared at the wall her hands tucked between her thighs her mind
full of what ifs and sad sighs.