The girl in the seat behind me

23 12 2010

She sat behind me in class. Grade six. She shared her lunch with me. Even though I went home at noon for lunch. She brought me books to read. Gave me gifts. She was a quiet girl. Did not speak much. Struggled to laugh. Outside of the classroom we never spoke. She wanted me to stay in at recess and talk. I found her to be a nuisance. I wanted to play ball. Not sit around and talk. One day she did not show up at school. I found out later that she’d gotten pregnant. This was the 1950s. No one had sex. Didn’t know a thing about sex. But there it was. I wonder sometimes if my imagination made her up. If there had been no girl in the seat behind me.


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24 12 2010
theteachingwhore

Beautiful description, thank you. Memory is powerful and tricky.

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