The girl in the blue dungarees, short story by jademorris

The girl in the blue dungarees

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Short Story by: jademorris

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Status: Finished | Genre: Romance | House: Booksie Classic

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This is my coursework for my AS English. Please read and give feedback, will be much appreciated!

Submitted: October 13, 2013

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The first time I saw her she was six. In her hair were two adorable plaits, her mangled blue dungarees were falling off her squirming shoulder and she was bawling her little head off. She clearly wasn't that ecstatic about living with her repulsive Aunt Vicky for the remaining of the summer. Let's face it, who would be? Before you judge me for being unimaginably harsh let me explain. Her Aunt's body looked like an gargantuan whale, her skin ruined by the years of smoking cigarette after cigarette. When she walked the ground would shake and her nauseating fat would quiver through her tight hideous clothes. It really was a horrific sight. Anyway enough about her I may vomit. I didn't fall in passionate and unconditional love with Victoria that first time I met her. If truth be told for years I loathed her. She would be placed next to me every summer in Sunday school and draw frivolous pictures in my book when no one was looking. Even then she never spoke a word to me.

The vigorous England wind interrupts my thoughts and I instantaneously realize where I am. Bath. My home. Reality. The fear comes swarming its way back into my mind like an unwanted visitor. It teases me telling me that she doesn' t really like me, that she wasn't coming. Why did I always get this way before meeting her? I gawk around at my little town trying to distract myself. The assortment of little boutique shops all congregated together. The tier of newly constructed houses in which unquestionably no one I knew lived in and conclusively field after field of radiant countryside as delectable as the crops that flourish on it. This is my home. This is where I fell in love with Victoria for the first time and this admittedly is where she is departing from tomorrow.

My mind wandered back to when we were 14. The day she first spoke to me. It was a lengthy tedious day in Sunday school and to top it all off it was showering with dull, humid rain. As I sat at my desk half asleep while Sister Katherine wrote some mind-numbing calculation on the white board, my eyes dropped down to the seat in front of me, for there was Victoria. Her long, shiny, black hair floated down her back like a elegant waterfall and every time she spoke her pearly white teeth would show, brightening the dark room. This happened about every two seconds. "Victoria be quiet!" St Katherine yelled glaring at her with lethal eyes and silencing the whole room. Victoria's smile faded and she sank lower in her seat not even daring to move a muscle. Finally the familiar sound of the bell chimed and swiftly the students piled out of the classroom chattering excitedly about what they were going to accomplish over the weekend. As I hurriedly crammed the remaining of my books in my bag I acknowledged me and Victoria were the only ones left in the hushed classroom. I inhaled deeply and spoke, "She shouldn't have shouted at you like that." My voice came out a pathetic squeak and I ducked my head down mortified of myself. Victoria looked up intrigued and then gave me one of her dazzling smiles. A smile that nearly stopped the rapid beating of my heart. "Thank you Nathan" she replied sweetly and then walked out of the classroom.

I look down at my watch, she was late. Fifteen minutes late. I walk around in a circle anxiously waiting. A silly habit. Suddenly I hear a familiar clunk of shoes coming nearer, getting louder. I smell the aroma of her sweet perfume. I glance up and there standing in front of me, is Victoria. She looks like a picturesque angel. She wore a short, red, sparkling dress that clung to her body exquisitely. Her gleaming black hair was curled for a change and sprung off her shoulder, and there on her lips was that flawless smile. "Am I late?" she asks nervously a frown appearing on her face, "No I was early" I respond and her face instantaneously calms. We walk hand in hand through the glistening fields, not speaking just walking. I want to freeze frame this moment forever, I never want it to end. "I can't believe I'm going home tomorrow" she whispers breaking the silence. "Me neither" I reply sadly. "I will see you again" I say confidently.

"Promise?"

"Definitely"

I lean in moving my face closer and closer to hers until our lips are nearly touching. I stroke her cheek delicately and kiss her. It's just like our first kiss affectionate and enchanting.

It was this summer after class, our last summer in school. I finally plucked up the courage and asked her to come to the cinema with me. She redundantly agreed and I was stunned, I'd almost convinced myself I was going to get shot down. After the movie I walked her home and gave her my jacket as she shivered in the cold night air. When we got to her house I sighed contently. I ran my fingers through her hair, said good night and went to turn away. She grabbed me by the hand and kissed me softly on the lips. Fireworks of all different colors violently went off above our heads. Everyone does say a first kiss with someone you love is meant to be mind-blowing but mine wasn't. It was better.

Back in the present I open my eyes to find Victoria staring at me. "Another flash back?" she asks and I look at her surprised. "How do you know about that?" I answer curiously. "I know you Nathan" she replies grinning. "I know the silly stuff about you, like that you hate water and you want to be a dentist. I know you walk in circles when you're nervous. But I know what's inside your head too. I know you don't think you're good enough for me but you are. I know you love me. And if you knew inside my head too, you would know that I love you too."