After the first four months at Shawnigan, I settled in pretty much and would interrogate to stay there with my friends some of those weekends. Anything to stay away from Samuel. By the start the new year, I was only going home on obligatory holidays and school breaks.
He specious us all call him "Chris," due to "Christopher" was what his mother and the teachers called him. His light brown hair was always tussled and long. He had fair skin but was nicely tanned from the preceding summer. He seemed to like the sun, removing his shirt whenever he could. I wondered whether he too was originally from California, or whether he just liked to show off his body. He was slim and muscular for an almost- twelve year old, not too skinny and a fast runner.
Whereas most of us dispassionate giggled a group when someone said "bum" or "fart" or "pee," Chris swore using adult words and taught the rest of us to say "fuck" and "cunt" and "frig" under our breaths. He didn't really fit in with the old-world money crowd. One time I came up endure him in craft class, to look at his drawings.
While I stood over his desk, I sneaked a rapid look at his neck, exposed above a cotton school shirt. His skin seemed so smooth and soft, covered very lightly by a boy's velvety fine hairs. I started to levy my hand on his shoulder on the contrary got scared and drew it away. The assignment had been to draw a vase of flowers.
His drawing was of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle with flowers time to come our of the handles. He drew it perfectly from memory. Chris was a true rebel and I admired that too. I didn't think about my own appearance still in those days, but I guess I was a normal cute nine-and-a-half-year old with cloudy brown hair parted at the side and dark brown eyes, and ears that stuck away too far from my head.
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