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The Boy in My Neighbourhood

Jessy is a first year student, a passionate writer, and an upcoming poet. You're going to love her.

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Dennis Et Sheila

"I love you, Sheila, and I wish to spend the rest of eternity … with you by my side.” His words came like a shock to me.


He took a step forward and got on his knees, as he got a transparent box out of his breast pocket. “Sheila Del Bane, will you marry me?”


My mouth dropped open. “Dennis?”


He nodded. “Go on, gorgeous. Say those words,”


“OH. Oh, yes … yes! I will marry you!” I screamed with joy as tears rolled down my cheeks.


It was a dream come true watching Dennis Wayne slip the silver ring onto my finger. And I certainly didn’t want it ending anytime soon …



“Parr. Time for morning lessons. Time for morning lessons.”


I woke up to the sound of my alarm parrot; a gift Dad got me from Dubai. I groaned and turned my head in the opposite direction, ignoring it.


“You won’t succeed this time, P Head.” I mumbled and curled into a ball; the duvet making some really tingling noise in my ears.


I yawned and shut my eyes partly, wishing to sleep some more, but to no avail. Thanks to the cuckoo sound coming from right out the window and the parrot head on the table top. Gee, I sighed and got up reluctantly, my eyes still closed, as I gave a stretch.


I made for the bathroom sleepily and turned the handle. Great! I gritted my teeth. “Mum… we’re going to need the maintenance man.”


“Okay, Sweet.” I heard her say.


I stepped inside, took up my brush at the top shelf and went into business. I showered minutes later, got out and got ready for school.


Ugh. School. Not like I hated school, but I can’t say we were friends either. I went to an all-girls school and it was strictly Catholic. No wonder.


“Hi Mum. Hi Dad.” I greeted, and pecked them each.


“Mm. Did you sleep well, my love?”


“Not quite.” I frowned as last night’s dream came crawling back.


I pulled the dining chair out and sat down. Gosh. I can’t believe I actually said it was a dream come true. I shrugged my shoulders. Why do I keep seeing him? I slipped into thoughts.


“You okay there, hum?”


“OH. Heh. Sorry, Dad. I wasn’t listening.” I laughed nervously.


I began eating breakfast; a cup of cocoa and two slices of bread with an omelet, which I dug my fork into and glued my eyes on the clock at the far corner.


“Ooh, seems like someone woke up on the wrong side today.” Mum watched.


I stared with mocking eyes and faked a smile. “Certainly not me.”


She wiggled her fingers and sipped her coffee.


“How come I’m the only one having cocoa?” I asked, rolling my eyes on her.


“Oh, dear. You’re still young.”


I gave a faint smile and shook my head. “Almost 7:30, I gulped.


I looked at Dad and found his cup and plate all cleaned up. “First time you’re eating early,”


“Want to get all fat in, ay.” He chuckled and got up.


“You better hurry. You’re almost late.” Mum tapped my shoulder.


“Come on, Ma. It’s only 7,”


“What about the fifteen? You throwing it away?” She asked, her right brow arched.


“Ugh. Please don’t say.” I got up. “I’ll be going now. Love you.” I pecked her again and turned to Dad. “See ya, pops.”


I walked out the door, down the lane. Saint Mary High was just few blocks away so I wasn’t worried about being late.


“Sheila! Sheila, wait up!”


I groaned. “Wayne!!”


“Whew. Finally.”

I bit my lip so hard and turned. “Finally what?!”


“Whoa, Tigress.”


“Don’t “tigress” me, you wimpy hart!” I snapped.


I had no idea what that meant, but gee, this guy was really something.


Dennis Wayne lived in our neighborhood (just two blocks away), but it seemed he was staying at our house. I never liked him for once and I certainly didn’t want to. Many times he had tried associating with me but I never gave him a chance… certainly didn’t want to go associating with some lame ass street dude.


“Ooh, you’re one hot lady – “He teased and I boiled. “I mean …”


“Whatever.” I brushed him aside. “I’ll see you when I get back.”


“C-cool. See you later. “He said, and I set off.


I fixed my eyes on my watch, increasing my steps so as to get to school in time. I surely didn’t want to have anything to do with Sister Loretta.


“You’re late!”


“Oh!” A low moan escaped my lips. This is all your fault Dennis, I clenched my fist so tight.


“Care to explain, young lady?” Sister Janet asked as she rolled her eyes on me.


I knew what was next, and I definitely wasn’t ready for it… not this time!


“Reverend Sister,” I started, clasping my hands. “I’m really sorry. I was out doing something for my dearest mother.” I lied.

OH, Lord. Have mercy for I have sinned, I prayed silently, releasing my hands as I clasped them behind. At least I’m lucky it isn’t that fat, mole-face lady, I thought.


Sister Janet was one soft lady and a pretty one as at that. She was average; not so fat, not so slim, and was amazingly brilliant in a way that made one wonder if she was truly human. She looked younger at the same time and everyone could tell she wasn’t yet thirty.


“Ah, I see.” She said.


“Is everything all right there?” An elderly voice came and we turned.


“Oh, Reverend Mother. Miss Bane and I were just talking.” Sister Jane explained. “Okay now. Hurry and go join the rest at the main hall. Don’t want to miss anything.” She said to me and I heaved a sigh of relief.


“Thank you, Sister Janet. I’ll go now, Reverend Mother.” I bowed in respect and started out.


I walked towards Quiberon hall and found it packed; chattering and laughter echoing loudly as I drew nearer. Boy! I exclaimed, and went inside. I rolled my eyes around and found my clique seated at one end. “There they are,” I grinned and walked towards them.


“Hey, hey, chic. What’s popping?” My best friend Hayley spoke first.


“Oh, you know what is.” I laughed, as we hugged.


“Hey! We’re here, you know.” Lucy, our clique head spoke.


“Aww, baby. I didn’t forget you.” I laughed and hugged her too. “You know you-know-who is gonna be here any minute …”


“Boohoo. Like we’re scared.” Polly cut in, blowing gum bubbles. “And girl, you didn’t hug me,” She stared with puppy eyes.”


“Oh, here you go.”


“Mm. Now, that’s more like it.” She snuggled perfectly.


I sat down with them, as we waited for Mother Cecilia to come. I could say we feared her more, compared to the rest. And although we did, we still loved her so.


“Okay, girls. I’ll have the teachers share to you your weekly schedules. It’s ready now.” She spoke into the microphone in front of her.


“I hate schedules.” Hayley whispered to me, as I giggled.


“What’s funny, Miss Bane?” I heard my name called suddenly.


Man! This lady got eyes, I moved my lips and got up. “Nothing, Reverend Mother.”


“Good. You may sit.” She said to me and went back to talking.


I heard some girls chuckle amongst themselves and I so felt like walking up to them and giving them a piece of my mind.


“Easy there, Warrior Princess. You don’t want to make a scene.” Hayley held me, signaling with her eyes.


I breathed in and out, and relaxed my nerves once again, while I spent the rest of my ten minutes listening to Mother Cecilia.


“Bless you, Mother.” The students echoed.


We all got up and headed for class. I was an eleventh grader along with Hayley and the rest. We chatted on our way to class which wasn’t so far off from the main hall.


“You coming?” Lucy turned to me.


“Coming where?” I asked in confusion.


“To the party of course.” Polly cut in and added, “It’s Raymond’s birthday.”


I gasped. “Raymond? Your bro?” My eyes shone. “Gee! It must have skipped my mind.” I muttered under my breath.


“Indeed.” They laughed.


“You know that guy’s got a huge crush on you.” Hayley looked at me.


“Certainly not Raymond Winchester.” I shrugged.


“Of course it is, Sheil.” Polly hung her right arm around my neck.


“Oh, you girls.” I giggled, as we went on.


We had English for half a period, before Sister Irina came in. Sister Vivian seemed like she was in a haste as she didn’t last long enough.


“Okay, class. I’ll take it from here,” Sister Irina said and flipped through our English textbook


She wiped the heading off the white board and scribbled a new topic on it.


“Report Writing?” I gasped and stood up.


“Yes, Miss Bane. Want something?” Sister Irina asked, like she had heard me.


“Oh. N-nothing ma’am.” I stammered. I thought swiftly and made to talk. “Sister Irina,”


She eyed me. “I thought you said it was nothing.


“Yes, ma’am. I was only wondering why Sister Vivian stopped halfway in taking us –“ I looked at Haley as she signaled with her eyes, a finger on her lips.


“Never mind, madam.” I sat down again.


We took the rest of the class in silence, no one making a peek and eyes glued on the board. Sister Irina herself didn’t last longer like we expected, along with the others, making it more suspicious.


“Did you see what happened?” I whispered to Hayley, as we headed for the cafeteria.


“Oh, I saw it all.” Came her reply. “Heard lady Vivian’s leaving.” She released the bombshell.


“What?!” I shouted.


“Keep it down, you.” She hushed, covering my mouth.


I blinked for a second and questioned. “But why? Why Sister Vivian?”


“Heard she and Flora Weather did it.”


“Did what now?” I asked again.


“You should know.” She gestured, looking down at my V-area.


“No way!” I gaped at her.


“I’m serious, man. Sister Janet caught them two in the bathroom. I still can’t believe it.”


I shook my head. “Sweet Jeez. What the hell is happening in this school?”


“Keep it down, please. No one really knows.” She motioned to me.


“Then how do you?” I stared at her with suspicion. “You weren’t eavesdropping, were you?” I rolled my eyes on her.


“Hell, yes. I’m a boss, you know.” She grinned with pride.


“Yeah, yeah, bossy pants.” I laughed and hung my arms around her neck. “Come on, now. Let’s get going.”




I got home, so tired and famished as I tossed myself on the bed. “Man! Some day this is,”


I took a deep breath and my eye lids closed gradually.


“Sheila? Sheila, you there?” Mum’s voice called from the stairs.


“Ah, jeez!” I grumbled hard and sluggishly brought my feet to the ground. “Coming, mother.” I scoffed and made for the door.


“Honey, I need you to go to Mrs. Wayne’s house …”


“What?!” I shouted. “Not there!” I went on.


“Oh, don’t be like that. I need you to give her this.” She handed a package to me. “The delivery man dropped it here by mistake. Guess he didn’t know the right address given to him.” She continued and urged me to follow her.


“But mum –“ I made to talk, then stopped. “Oh, fine.” I said with a shrug and reluctantly walked downstairs.


I went out the door and made for the Wayne’s house. I knocked on the door but no answer came. Great! I thought and moved backwards. “Mrs. Wayne.” I called softly. “Mrs. Wayne, it’s Sheila knocking.”


I waited for someone to answer the door, but still… no answer. I sighed and knocked the second time, turning the door knob. “Bet they wouldn’t mind.”


I walked in, finding the living room empty. “Hm. Guess I’ll leave this here.” I frowned and dropped the package carefully on the glass table.


I scanned the parlor one more time, and I made to leave. “Oh my goodness.” I yelled.


“My, my, my. What do we have here?” A grin broke out.”


“Don’t look at me.” I scoffed, making to leave.


“No, no. Just stay right there.” He grabbed hold of my arm.


“Dennis!!” I groaned, feeling the nerves to punch him.


“Ooh, she’s boiling.” He chuckled.


“Whatever. God! Stop touching me with those hands. Who knows how many things you’ve touched.”


“Aa-ah-ah.” He waved his pointy. Don’t even start.” He added, “You wanted to see me?”


“What?! When did I?” I raised a brow at him.


“Oh, come on. Have you forgotten?” He moved his eyes on my bosom.


Oh, no! My eyes shone. I had totally forgotten I wasn’t putting on a brassiere and my tits were clearly visible, with my top aiding it.


“I’m so gonna pluck out those eyes if they don’t stop moving!” I spoke harshly.


“Come on. Are you always like this to every guy or just me?” His smile disappeared.



“Well …let’s see. There. Just you.” I uttered with a hiss, and he drew closer.


“Sheila Del Bane.” He called. “What have I done for you to hate me this much?” He peered directly into my eyes.


“I don’t hate you. I just don’t –“ I swallowed, averting my gaze.


“You feel that?”


“Feel what?!” I looked back at him.


“That tingling feeling in your heart …saying you want –“ He puckered his lips.


“You jerk!” I growled, punching him really hard. “You think I’m like all those girlfriends of yours?! God! You disgust me.” I spat and stormed off.


“Dennis Wayne …more like Dennis V-A-I-N!” I said in a mocking tone, as I climbed up the stairs, into my room, and slammed the door. “So mum’s fault.” I blamed, getting in bed.


I rolled my duvet up my legs and took my earrings off, placing my right arm on my head as I thought about what happened. You can’t feel this way, Sheila. You’re better than this, my heart fluttered.


It seemed like I was going to burst any minute from now, and I certainly couldn’t take it anymore. I should call Hay. She should be able to help, the idea struck my mind, and I swiftly took up my phone and dialed her number.


“Hey girl.” She spoke.


“Hayley, I need you.”


“Whoa. Are you okay? You don’t sound good.



“Cause I’m not.” I whispered. “Okay, let me start.” I began explaining.


I told her everything, leaving not a single detail out.


“But do you love him?”


“Love?” I repeated.


“Yes, love. You said you’ve been having these dreams …”


“Yeah. They just keep coming and I don’t know why. I don’t even like this guy, Hayley.” I saw myself saying.


I knew that was a lie cause a part of me wanted to be with him, but I just couldn’t let it. “Gosh. I’m so confused. What do I do?” I squeezed my hair.


“First of all, you’re going to walk right back, do the talking and kazoo, baby!” She laughed and I too.


We talked some more, and when we were done, I ended the call.


“She had better be right,” I sighed and got up. I quickly got dressed, powdered my face, and walked out the door.



“Look who came back.”


“Your face …” I froze instantly. “Did I really do that?” I asked stupidly and made towards him. “Oh God. I’m really sorry. I’m really sorry.” I went on saying, examining his face.


“Ow. Easy.” He winced.


I looked at him in pity. “We should treat this,”


“We? Y-you said the word “we” –“ He stared at me, and I gulped, withdrawing my hand. “No, it’s okay. It’s okay to care, Sheila.” He held my hand.


“Please let’s go inside.” I said to him and led the way.


He laid down on the couch, and I made for the freezer. “Mind if I take an ice bag out?” I turned towards him as he affirmed.


I quickly got it out and walked back, as he sat up, beckoning for the ice. “No, I’ll do it. Just let me.” I said to him and placed the ice bag on his face.


I felt pretty awkward, feeling the coolness on my palm and the silence that enveloped the living room, as two black eye balls looked directly into mine. “You’re looking.” I said shyly.


“No, I’m not.” He laughed and took his eyes off me.


I felt nervous and got up. “Your parents aren’t home yet?”


“You see them anywhere?” He curved his lips.


“I just asked.” I rolled my eyes. “Here. That’ll do.” I made to leave.


“Oh, no, you don’t.” He held me back, and onto his bosom, I fell.


I felt his chest rub against mine, and for a moment there, I went mute.


“You’re awfully clumsy there, Miss.” He teased me.


I grew furious and made to get up. “I shouldn’t be here.”


“No…no, stay. I need you.”


“Dennis, stop. I can’t.” I breathed, pulling away, as he brought me down on him.


“Dennis …”


“Just a kiss and I’ll let you …”


“Dennis!” A voice hollered from the door.


“Oh. Mrs. Wayne,” I gasped under my breath, wriggling free.”


“Oh, Sheila.” Her lips broke into a smile.


“I’m sorry, ma’am. I…I was just…just leaving.” I stuttered, feeling embarrassed.


I gave Dennis a final look and hurried out the door.


My heart kept beating till I got to our doorstep. Was he actually going to…? What would have happened if his Mum didn’t walk through that door? These questions hovered in my mind. God, Sheila. You got to snap out of this. You and Dennis can never be.



That’s what you get when you let in a church rat.” My Mum chuckled and walked upstairs.


I clenched my fist and held my rage in. It wasn’t Sheila’s fault, I wanted to say, but stopped. Sheila was different from any girl I’d ever seen, and a part of me wanted to be with her …to be by her side and to be that guy …not just that guy, but to be better. If only that day would come.