I, Alice Lucille Pembrooke, have never been kissed. Not even a peck on the head. I gave up affection after my mother died. Affection. I remembered Mrs. Locke's 8th grade class when the word said 'affection'. I looked it up in the 67 lbs of dictionary she made us carry around. Affection was like love. Did he love me? He held me in his arms and kissed my head. Did he just feel lonely? I sat in his arms with a warm face. I looked up at him to see his smirk and crystal blue eyes. He looked at me with compassion, but still empty.
"You should wear your hair down more often." He said, still smiling. I unconsciously reached up to my braid and quickly put my hand back down and sat up from the bed.
"My hair in braids is more efficient!" I said walking out of the room. I nearly sprinted back into the kitchen. Mrs. Peters asked why my face was red. I smiled and said 'nonsense, my face is always red'. We worked in silence to make a cabbage stew. I stirred while Mrs. Peters cut potatoes and carrots. My stool I stood on to stir the great pot was wobbly, I nearly fell twice. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. It's probably Daisy, she must've smelt the strong aroma of cabbage. When I heard that smooth sweet voice talking to his mother I fell. I fell backwards so I closed my eyes preparing for the pain. Two large hands wrapped around my legs and back. I opened my eyes to see those icy blue eyes.
"I see someone's falling for me already?" I rolled my eyes and stood up.
"You wish, Jackie!" I said hiding my red face. I put the stool back up and kept stirring.
"Mom, I'm gonna go down to John's to get Daisy's medicine." Jack said grabbing his coat.
"Alice will go with you, I can finish dinner" Mrs Peters said, moving the stool and started stirring. I grabbed my coat and opened the door so me and Jack could go. One 10 minute walk with the boy you might be in love with! What could go wrong?