Short Story Prompt: “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid
Amber’s period came early, during the summer when she was twelve going on thirteen. That same summer her breasts filled out. The end of school that May she was a tall, gawky kid, and shy as all get out. By the dog days of summer, her body developed curves. She and her mom went shopping for a new wardrobe for her new body. They ended up purchasing several dresses that did not accentuate her body. They figured that would take care of what they saw as a problem. But it didn’t.
Amber had never been a popular girl. The first day of school the boys swamped her with their attention. Especially the older ones. This scared her. The worse part was the other girls, girls she had hung out with the previous year. They wanted nothing to do with her. She felt that they were secretly accusing her of a crime, and she didn’t know what it was.
At lunch in the school cafeteria, she took her tray over to a group of four girls she knew. They immediately got up and left her alone, ostracized. One of the older boys, a kid in the ninth grade, all the girls thought was God’s gift to girls. He came over and sat down next to her.
“How ’bout you and me,” he said, “we go out sometime. Maybe Saturday afternoon.” Then he shoved some food into his mouth, thinking she’d already accepted his invitation and glad to get it. After all, every girl in school wanted to date him.
“I’ll have to check with my mom,” she said after several minutes of hesitation, not knowing what the socially acceptable thing was.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said. “Just tell your mom you’re going to the mall with some friends. Maybe we’ll go to a movie.”
“Well, okay,” she said, not knowing how to get out of the date.
“Oh,” he said, standing up, “and any other guy asks you out. You tell them no. You’re my girl now. ‘k?”
Not knowing anything else to say, she shook her head and agreed.
She got home that first day and she ran to her room and she cried. She cried and cried. She didn’t even like the guy who’d asked her to the movie. But all the other girls did.
Saturday afternoon, and the two met at the mall in front of the movie theater. “You got any money?” he asked.
She nervously shook her head yes.
“Good,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her over to the ticket counter. “‘Cause I figure it’s a date, you’d be paying.”
“But I thought–,” she stuttered.
“We going to the movie or what?,” the boy said.
“Yes,” she said, discouragement in her voice. She reached into her purse and pulled out the money and gave it to him. He got the tickets. They gave them to the ticket taker. “Want some popcorn?” he asked. “‘Course you do. What’s a date without popcorn and a coke. Right?”
Amber bought the treats, then they walked into the darkness of the movie theater. The trailers had already begun. The boy pulled her to the last row of seats and they sat down. “You’re going to love this movie,” he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
The movie began, two men in metal suits shooting at each other with lasers. The boy reached into the bag of popcorn and took out a handful. She settled into her seat to watch a movie she did not think she was going to like. During the first third of the movie, he went through his popcorn and hers. Every so often he’d whisper a loud “Yes” when one of the metal suits shot a robot.
When the credits appeared at the end of the movie, Boy turned to her and said, “Wasn’t that awesome?” Then he asked, “Want to do something?”
She thought about saying, “I thought we had.” Instead she said, “Sure.” It was still early and she had told her mom that she wouldn’t be getting home till later.
“‘k,” he said. “We’re gonna do something I think you’re going to like.”
It was late afternoon. He led her down one of the side streets. They came to an empty baseball diamond. He ran up one of the bleachers and called out to her, “C’mon up here.”
She climbed the bleacher steps. He sat down and pulled her to his side. For the first time that day, he looked at her. It was the first time she had really looked at his face. He had a handsome face. More than handsome, it was angelic.
“This is my favorite spot,” he said. “You have a favorite spot? ‘Course you do.” Then he went all quiet.
Finally he said, “I’m sorry ’bout today. Sometimes I just get carried away with a thing.”
She took a chance, afraid she would upset him. “You are a little pushy.”
“A little pushy? I must be slipping. I thought I was a lot pushy.”
His humor made her smile. “You were a lot pushy,” she agreed. “I was trying to be nice.”
“I know. It’s just that…well. I get nervous when I am alone with a girl.” Then she felt like he let a wall between the two of them come down . Then he said, “Can you keep a secret?”
She said, “Yes. I think so.”
“If I tell you, you can’t tell nobody. Not even your mom. Moms can be the worst at keeping secrets.You understand?”
“I promise I won’t tell anybody,” she said. “Not even my mom.”
“I’m gay,” he said. “And I need you to be my girlfriend so nobody will find out. Can you do that for me?”
She thought about it a little. Then she said, “Only if you treat me special. Not like today.”
“I will,” he said. “I promise.” He breathed a huge sigh of relief.
For the first time since she had returned to school, she felt like she had a friend. A real friend. And she would keep his secret forever. She promised him.
“Not till forever,” he said. “Just till I can figure things out.”
The two hugged each other. As he walked her home, neither of them said anything. He escorted Amber to her door, then said, “Good night, Amber. And thank you.”
She returned his goodnight. “Good night, David.”