With the shifting having happened yesterday, and the girls having moved from the building that they were living in to the new one near the main school building where the admin offices are, each one of them is excited about this evening because the most awaited event, which is the dance socials, will be happening at that time.
The girls are running around in the whole building to arrange for different things they would need to look spectacular for the event. It will be the first time ever that they will be dancing with the boys officially in school. Which is why all of them wanted to look as good as they could with their make-up, their hair, their dress, their footwear, and their accessories.
But before they went to the auditorium in the main building of the school for the event, they were asked to gather in the lobby before they started getting ready for the dance that was organized to give them a welcome to the senior high school which was starting the next day. This time the meeting was planned to introduce the students to their new roommates who will be allotted a room together right after their summer holidays.
They were expected to make up their minds to stay with new people when they returned from their holidays, and to stay in touch with them via emails during the vacation so that they understood the kind of people who they would be staying with and to be at least build some sort of friendship with them to get comfortable living with each other and figure out the way to keep misunderstandings at bay as it was going to be an important year for them.
Right after tea-time, as they were returning to the hostel building to get dressed for the beautiful evening that was planned by their school, the nannies were in the lobby to make sure that all of them assembled in the lobby and didn’t go back to their rooms yet without the warden assigning them the new rooms.
Ms. Mejia came down, and she didn’t take time to start announcing the names of students one after the other. She announced four names and took a little pause to make it obvious that the four of them would be sharing one room. As the kids were hearing her call them by their names, they would raise hands to make other roommates identify their new roommates.
After a couple of names were announced, and almost half of the people were through, the warden announced, “Marie, Sophia, Charlotte, Jean.”
Marie, Sophia, and Charlotte raised their hands, but the fourth hand was nowhere raised. So, Ms. Mejia announced for the second time the last girl’s name who was supposed to club with them. “Jean!” She called out, but again she didn’t see the fourth hand being raised among all the girls who were standing there.
She understood that Jean was missing from the crowd, but she wanted to give it one more try. With all the voice that she could use, she shouted, “Jean!”
The main door of the hostel opened almost at the same time when she was calling out that girl’s name. Someone in jeans and a striped shirt with boy-cut hair entered at that very moment making it seem very dramatic.
“Where were you?” Ms. Mejia asked and Marie wondered why the warden was letting a dude enter the girls’ hostel. It was only after a reply came from the person who entered the building and was walking into the crowd standing in the lobby, she realized who the person really was.
“I was having my snacks, Ms. Mejia. Sorry I am late.”
“You called my name?”
“Yes, Jean. These three girls with their stands raised will be your new roommates after you all come back from the holidays. Turn around and let them see you,” said the warden.
When Jean turned around instantly, facing all the other girls, some of them waved their hands at her as they knew her already. The rest of them who were mainly from the star performers section were not able to recognize her as she was from the other section which was for average performing students and too much into sports to be seen around in the class.
Jean was the head of the basketball team for girls, and she was the main reason that they won several interschool tournaments. She was extremely talented and knew how to take care of the little things in life. The time when the rest of the girls would ask others for help, she would do such stuff on her own in some or the other way as she was smart like that.
She was also very helpful to everyone despite the fact that she was looked at differently because of the way she dressed, and the way she chose to live. Her haircut used to be talked about the most where girls would mention that she didn’t know how to look like a girl and behave like one as her posture would confuse them.
Similarly, Marie was looking at her with doubts as she was unable to understand why such a beautiful girl with extra sharp features would look otherwise. In fact, even the way that her shirt was tucked in from one side and left hanging from the other looked as if it was a boy who dressed her up.
As Marie checked her out from top to bottom, she noticed her figure which increased her curiosity to know the reason why she was not flaunting it. The roommates which she had at present would purposely wear short clothes to maybe expose a little, maybe flaunt one part of their body which they thought would attract the boys or even if not that, then maybe to make other girls jealous. That is how spoilt the students of Liberal International School were.
Immediately after the warden was done taking all the names of every student and assigning them their roommates, she asked them to get ready for the dance that they had to go to which was planned by the school to celebrate their entry to senior high school.
Just in about thirty to forty minutes from that time, all the girls stepped down from the respective floors that they had their rooms on and were looking absolutely breath-taking. They were attired differently; some of them were in an elaborate evening gown, a number of them were wearing jeans with a cute top, a few of the group were also in shorts and a t-shirt, but almost everyone was dressed in striking colors.
Marie was dressed in a knee-length, dusty pink dress which had a small slit on one side. It was an A-line dress and had a boat neck at shoulder level. The fall of the dress was pretty natural, and she looked stunning the way that she was carrying her dress with the perfect hairstyle, and she was wearing just the right amount of make-up unlike a lot of others who had applied everything in excess on their faces that made them look a little scary.
While everybody was leaving the hostel building to go to the auditorium where the event was planned to take place, Marie got nervous and sat on one of the chairs in the lobby to feel a little better before she left for the dance. The thought of being around boys and well-dressed girls was also frightening. The worst would be to dance with a boy in front of all of them looking at her.
She had never been so close to any boy other than her cousin brothers who she would meet during the holidays when she would go home. Going out to meet random boys in a dress looking so fine, she was very worried if she was doing the right thing because her family was very strict about such matters.
In the time that she had her eyes closed and was lost thinking about the way that she must be because she ought to participate in the school event, she felt a hand on her shoulder. The time she opened her eyes to see who was holding her, she was surprised to see the same person she was shocked to see in the evening, Jean.
“Hello, Jean!” Marie greeted her with confusion as to why she was there.
“Come, let’s go and dance with them boys!” Jean said with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. She pulled her hand from Marie’s shoulder once she opened her eyes.
“I don’t know; I am scared,” mentioned Marie, to which Jean replied, “Don’t be scared, Marie. I will be there for you. Come!”
That made Marie feel a little comfortable, so she took a step forward to go with her. Both of them left for the auditorium holding each other’s hands for the dance socials to follow.
The students graduated from junior high school were all decked up looking their best. Even the boys looked dashing in their finest attire. All the guys looked different for a change. Some of them who were made fun of and always laughed at also looked extremely admirable to everyone else. As the boys were getting impatient to see the way that the girls looked, they started talking out loud with their friends.As the girls started to enter the auditorium dressed as they were not dressed before. They were comfortable wearing either jeans or shorts normally in their everyday life. Sometimes they also wore dresses but the very simple kind made with either cotton or hosiery fabric which was easy to carry unlike the ones that they were wearing today. The whole vibe of the auditorium changed all of a sudden when the girls stepped in one after the other in a line to sit on the opposite side of where the boys were seated.It was because they were to b
Baffled as to why Jean was standing behind her and not dancing with her partner in the auditorium, she stood up and asked, “Why are you not inside?”“I could ask you the same question, my dear,” replied Jean.“I don’t know, it felt weird dancing with someone who was not only just a boy but also a stranger to me. So, I stepped out to get some fresh air.”“But sweetheart, you are wonderfully dressed to sit here all alone and be by yourself while everyone else is having such a good time inside.” “Come, we will go back,” said Jean.“No, Jean. I don’t want to go back.”“Then we will sit over here and play with the grass together, okay?”“No-no, please, you go back there and have a great time just like others are having.”“What if I said I was not enjoying it at all?” Jean asked.
All the students were very excited about the first day of senior high school. They were not just students, but they were seniors for the rest of the school now. The juniors were going to look up at them, and they had the power to set trends in the school for juniors now.Anything that the seniors had been doing, the whole school followed it. So if the senior boys made spikes with their hair, the juniors would also be looking forward to copying them. If the senior girls left their hair open or for a change braided their hair, that would be followed by the girls in junior classes.It was one of the best feelings to be in senior school for everybody at Liberal International School because they would get to show off and people actually noticed it. Also, being able to talk to the boys and study with them in the same class was another plus point for them as everyone would study together during their senior high school years.T
On hearing Jean’s instruction, Marie felt butterflies in her stomach. She realized that both of them were on the same page as they wanted the same thing. Once she got comfortable in her seat after removing her book and pen from the bag, she put her legs under her seat and moved a little forward for her legs to be able to go at the back even more.Now, she wasn’t concentrating on resting herself on the backrest of the chair; instead, she wanted her legs to be able to go at the back as much as possible. More so because Jean asked her to do that, and she wanted to have any of Jean’s body parts to touch any of hers as that was enough for her to feel secure. That was something which she was missing in her life big time.She started to worry after it had been a couple of minutes that her legs were under her seat, but she did not feel Jean’s legs getting any closer to hers. Was Jean trying to make fun of her or was she just
“Marie, where did you go missing yesterday?” Jacob asked after he blocked her way as she was going to the cafeteria with Jean, and before she could answer his question, Jean pitched in to show him the actual place that he belonged to, according to her. She cross-questioned, “How does it matter to you?”“I am talking to Marie, and you are not Marie,” came the reply from him.“Don’t make me angry,” warned Jean, and she added on, “Marie is my best friend, and I can answer for her.”Then she turned to Marie and asked, “Right, bestie?”The moment that she was put on the spot and had to answer the question that was thrown at her by Jean, she blanked out completely. All of a sudden, she forgot the friendship that she was in the process of building with Jean. She also forgot what Jacob was trying to do to her at the dance socials. She lost memory of anything
All the days of the week that the students were having an introduction to the first year of senior high school to help them choose a stream they would be comfortable devoting their lives to had been interesting with everyone involved in deciding which stream they were willing to build their careers in.For Marie it had also been extraordinarily interesting with so many things that had been happening in her life all at the same time, especially with Jacob having shown extra interest in her. The first day of the new academic year he had asked if he could join Jean and her for lunch at the cafeteria as senior high students had the liberty to eat with the boys on the few tables that were assigned to them specifically for this purpose.The whole of the week similar things happened. Whenever anyone would try to get close to Marie, Jean would be the barrier they would first have to clear. And that seemed too much of a task to all the youngsters as
Marie’s dad was coming to pick her up from school. She was fondly anticipating meeting her dad and was hoping that he would come alone. Eager to meet her step-mom as well, but the hope of being alone with her dad at least for some time was a dream for her every time she went home.Her step-mom had issues with Marie being alone with her own dad. The possibility may have been that she was guilty of the way she treated Marie and didn’t want to land up in trouble had Marie spoken to her father about all that. Little did she know that Marie was such a good daughter that she controlled herself every time from letting her dad know what happened at home with her only because she believed that her father loved her step-mother.Such misunderstandings prevailed for quite some time without giving anyone rest. Instead of talking to one another about the way everyone at home assumed things, they kept stuff to themselves only because no one wan
The first day at home, Marie did not think about anything to do with school. She did not even do anything much at all except for lying on the bed and playing with Shadow. Her bags were still kept on one side of the room, and that was pissing off her step-mom because they were still unpacked.Marie had some clothes in the cupboard at home, and she was changing into those because it had been months that she had been wearing the selected ones which she had taken to the hostel. She wanted to be in different clothes now that she had holidays from school, and there was nothing wrong with that.Everyone needs options and gets bored with monotony. Be it clothes or books or routine or even people these days. For Marie, it was her life; the struggle that she had to go through every time she changed her locations from the hostel to home only because she was not comfortable with any kind of changes. She wanted things to remain the way they were and not
The silence after Marie’s question was killing. It took a little while for Jean to come back to the reality from what was going on in her mind. She was thinking about how she would cope with Marie being gone, and how they would keep in touch with each other. Primarily, the thing that was disturbing her was the fact that she would be left without friends again as other batchmates did not fondly accept her different likings.But because Marie had put forward a serious question, Jean answered, “Because you are going away tomorrow.”“I am here with you now,” Marie mentioned and asked, “Why don’t we make full use of that instead of getting upset over something which neither of us can change?!”It was a rhetorical question; Jean understood that, and she responded, “That is logical. I want to have the best memories with you.”“I am not dying; just going away,” Mar
Marie and Jean were lost in each other’s arms, and they had completely disconnected themselves with the world. They were involved only in the feeling that they were getting at the present time. It was a beautiful scenario which was sparkling with the freshness that their smiles were beaming out. If anyone were to see them, they would have agreed that beautiful was just an underrated word for that moment.Just as soon as Mr. Jones reached closer to his daughter, Marie and Jean got done with their hug, and they were letting go of each other. That is when Mr. Jones said, “Marie, won’t you introduce your friend to me?”“Yes, daddy. Jean, meet my father and dad, meet my best friend, Jean.”“Hello, sir!” Jean greeted him, and she initiated a handshake with him as she continued, “It is a pleasure to meet you.”“Likewise,” Mr. Jones responded and was impressed with
Marie woke up the next morning with a weird feeling. She was excited to meet Jean after the holidays in which different feelings were experienced between both of them. A few of the things that they had done were big enough to create a lasting expression for life. They were not the little things but quite a lot according to their age.Besides, they were both unsure of who they actually were. They liked being together but also to the level that they didn't need anyone else, and not just figuratively but also literally. Being with the boys stopped appealing to them even though their friends and other people their age were crazy about talking to the opposite gender and being friends with them.Marie was in the best school, and her parents pulling her out of it was not easy for either party. But because of the doubts that appeared in their minds about her liking some other girl, forced them to take such a step. The society wasn't really accepting
Listening to her dad, Marie felt a heavy lump in her throat. Unable to decide if she should be happy about finally getting to stay at home with her dad and the family after such a long time, or whether she should be sad about having to call off her friendship with Jean. Because the two things which Marie wanted for the rest of her life were not possible to happen at once. It was either this or that.For a young girl like her, it was a tough choice to make. She had always wanted to stay at home with her family just like the rest of her friends and everybody whom she had known. Youngsters her age stayed in the family and kept very happy about the little things which they got to do at home. During the time when they discussed such things, Marie dreamt if it was ever going to be possible for her to feel just the same and not be separated from her family members after a couple of days or weeks.But the depressing part about it was that even thoug
A couple of strokes that Jean was giving Marie on her lower back were making both of them wet. But because they did not know much about what had to be done, they were not doing anything more except Jean feeling Marie and Marie letting her touch the way Jean wanted. Marie had her eyes closed to feel the flow of Jean’s touch which was not very hard and yet not very gentle; just the appropriate amount of pressure Jean was applying to impart similar feelings that she was experiencing.In a little while, Jean brought her hands to Marie’s mid back and just as when she was moving her thumbs in a circular manner a little towards her spine, the rest of her palms stretched out on Marie’s back. Jean’s finger tips were touching Marie at a sensitive spot which was the part exactly under her small boobs. Marie was aware of that because of the way it was making her feel, but she still ignored it and did not say a word to Jean.On th
Tears rolled down from Marie’s eyes as soon as Mr. Jones placed his palm on her cheek, giving her a comforting touch. By this time, he had already made up his mind for what had to be done next to avoid Marie doing anything that would cause her trouble in the country that they lived in. But he didn’t deem it appropriate to mention it at the present moment.“Prepare for your sleepover,” Mr. Jones directed Marie only to bring a smile on her face, and a subtle smile showed up on her face. She walked to her room to pack all her necessary stuff. Perhaps it was important for Marie to take some time off from the environment at home, which gave time to her dad to plan everything out and maybe even execute the way out of the mess that was in line to happen. Hence, he lived up to his promise.“What sleepover?” Delilah asked as she took a step forward towards him.“Marie is going for a sleepover,” h
Mr. Jones was completely shocked and could not believe what he heard Delilah say out loud. He never thought of assuming that his very own daughter, Marie, would be in to people of the same gender to which she also belonged. He did not want to trust his wife and wanted to ask Marie, but at least for a second he failed to think of anything but his daughter not being accepted in the society that they lived in.Once he calmed himself down to give an appropriate reaction to that, he turned back to his daughter and asked, “What is mom saying?”“I don’t know what mom is saying. Jean is my friend and not only that, she is my best friend forever,” Marie responded and while she did, she also held Jean’s hand in both her hands and brought it up to her chest to show that she was serious about the thing she just mentioned and was not going to let go of their friendship whatever may have come.More than anything,
It took Delilah less than a minute to be shattered completely and to get a feeling to be on the other side. She certainly had her own reasons to have been involved with the handsome hunk from the neighborhood, but that was only because Mr. Jones was always at work. Delilah’s age was such that her hormones had been bursting to flow out, but Mr. Jones never really cared.Maybe that was because he never really loved her and married her for mutual understanding. Seeing that reason failing in front of his eyes, possibly he could never give her the attention she wanted. Mr. Jones must have had a grudge against Delilah for the separation she caused between him and his daughter because no father will want to stay away from his own daughter whom he brought into this world.Had Rebecca also been sent to the hostel, it would have been a separate thing? But she was unlucky to get admission to the school in which Marie was studying. Delilah had ope
Listening to her step-mother shouting from the other end of the little place to eat, Marie set her act right and straightened her back immediately. The smile on her face dissolved in the worry of having been exposed with Jean in front of Delilah in a not very acceptable position. The closeness of their bodies could ignite fire, and the place that they were living at barely accepted couples of opposite genders, so it was absolutely impossible for anyone to see two girls sharing similar vibes.Both the girls walked back decently to the table on which Rebecca was seated. Delilah also walked to the table. Jean and Marie kept the plastic food tray that they were holding on the table and sat down feeling highly uncomfortable. Without a word, the four of them had their waffles except for Rebecca who kept purposely talking about random things that were indirectly pointing at Marie to make her feel embarrassed.Seeing someone else happy and not disru