A/N I guess I should warn you that there is some girl action in here. It's mostly innocent and at the very end of the chapter but I'm just gonna let you know in case anyone is uncomfortable with it.
15 Years old
Novem to Juy
I spent two weeks in the infirmary recovering from a bad bout of sunburn. After the first day when I had woken up I was cleared to go home as long as someone was there to take care of me. The dressings on my back needed to be changed regularly until it was healed enough for me to visit the Laser Skin Regenerative Machine.
I had gaping wounds on my back that had gotten slightly infected from the blisters being ripped open when I was vomiting over the sink. The LSRM couldn't regenerate skin when it was in that state so I had been forced to heal naturally for a few days. In that time, I had needed a nurse that would be dedicated to helping me.
Neema had been adamant that she could do it but I didn't want to risk it. She had way too many kids to be able to dedicate time to me without wearing herself thin. So I opted to stay in the infirmary and that choice was made easier by Elizabeth, or as she preferred Eliza.
Our first encounter had been the beginning of something great. I had awoken in my yellow dreary room and then bam she had been right there in the bed next to mine. Her slanted hazel eyes had stared at me with open fascination, as her wavy dark brown hair whipped around her pale face. A large squeak had left her mouth as she clapped her hands like a deranged seal.
Her first line had been "Dayum girl, what happened to your hair, they look like my mums fried noodles"- and that had been it. She had endeared herself to me with her loud and quirky personality.
She was the opposite to me but in a comforting way not like before when I had strived to be something I wasn't. Eliza's personality was not attainable for me but it brought out that lighter side of mine, the side I ever knew I had.
Our time in the infirmary together had been amazing and I had stayed in their longer until she had recovered from her surgery. The moment she was, we had been released into the world and what a dynamic duo we made.
Neema called us trouble but there was a smile in her eyes when she said it, I had never seen that smile directed at me and I loved it. She still smiled at me like that. Even when she caught us climbing trees so we could peak at the boys bathing in the lake. You would think that Eliza would have learnt her lesson.
Climbing trees was the reason why she had been in the infirmary in the first place. Well falling from one was technically the reason but she didn't care.
She said that spying on the naked boys made her week and if she couldn't do it then her life was doomed- all of this in her always present over dramatic way. Fake tears gathering in her eyes as she threw her head back, her hand on her forehead as if she would faint in despair.
That girl was something else but she made my days have a bounce to it that was previously missing. She even gave me tips on Carson's "trifling ass".
For a small female- small to me who towered over her 5ft1 frame at 5ft7- she was a big character. Full of life and energy. She was becoming inseparable to me. Which was why 7 months down the line she was still at my side. She was the devil in my ear whispering naughty things behind cupped hands. She was such a lewd female but she made me realise that for all my thoughts on being a woman I wasn't one in the most basic way possible.
I didn't know about sex. I knew the basic logistics of it sure, penetration and pain unfathomable pain- but that was according to Eliza. Beyond that though I didn't know anything, well that was until her.
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