Dear Child,
Friday March 20th was the first time James Hughes had spoken to me or had even looked at me. I remember that because it was also my 14th Birthday. Though, I didn’t think that it was that special when he said ‘Happy birthday, and to have a great day’ because of course he didn’t just remember that, no body just remembers birthdays anymore. It was on Facebook of course. I didn’t mind though, because James had actually spoken to me, which made me happy enough. And my happiness continued when I got back to my dorm and on my bed was a box of chocolates, one simple daisy (obviously picked from the large garden near the school bell) and a note reading ‘Ebony May, I hope you will come tonight to my little gathering in the room 5, Hardgrave Wing at 8pm tonight. Meet me round the back door. It’s your birthday, you might as well party with someone other than yourself ;)’
The Hardgrave wing on the boy’s side of boarding school had been known as the ‘party’ wing. The Hardgrave wing was where most conversations that had leaked at school about getting wasted and what not had originated. It was the Grade 12 floor and the boarding mistresses were hardly ever patrolling the corridors past 7. They must have suspected that those Grade 12’s were impeccably intelligent seniors whom were only trying to search for peace to work on their many assignments. Pfft. Mistresses could be so clueless. With this knowledge at hand, I had no worries about getting caught sneaking around the brick walls of the boy’s dormitory to meet James at the back door that night.
I remember swiftly changing into a short mini cream dress and my comfiest ankle boots before starting on my face. I applied a smudge of rose coloured lipstick to make my lips plumper and quickly ran the straightener over my already straight hair- but of course, one could never be so sure of when to stop with that GHD.
And then child, I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of joy as I headed out of room 6 Marceline wing, into room 5 Hardgraves for that warm summers night.
Love Ebony May xoxo
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Catching Chase (ON PAUSE)
RomanceFor 14 year old Ebony May Jones, things have not always been easy. Living in a dis-functional family who's only form of communication is when asking for the salt or pepper. Nothing ever seems as it should in her life. Even her early introduction int...
