We talked all the way, she was fascinating, she loved great music and movies. Her brother went in the house and we walked down to mine and told my mother and then walked back up to hers.
One day Clara asked if I wanted to stay for dinner, I said yes hoping to get to know her a bit better. Clara and her brother used to walk home everyday, he was 15 and pretty nerdy, but I was too and I had a thing for him as soon as we met.įor the first couple of weeks I’d walk home with them and part ways to walk the extra 10 minutes down the road to mine. Her name was Clara, beautiful long curly hair and long flowing skirts, always with a thong pulled above the waistline. Luckily a nice weird girl took me under her wing. Despite my naturally exploratory nature I was a quiet girl and mainly kept to myself so I was a little apprehensive about making new friends. I was 11 years old and I had just moved town and started a new school.
