S is a 16-year old girl who is enrolled in college. She’s leaving Quebec to spend a year studying in English in Mexico with her father. Her father is a consul there. Her mother is Belgian. She’s attractive, smart and bilingual, but like some girls of that age that try to look older than they really are, she wears too much make up. With S, it’s really her eye shadow that is a bit over the top. She’d be a lot prettier without it.
My life is complicated.
Why is your life so complicated?
I just need a break. It’s really cool that I’m going to Mexico to see my father for a week.
When she talks to me, she looks me straight in the eyes. It’s disconcerting, because most adults don’t do this as much as she does.
I started seeing this boy last summer. We really got along great, but he went to a college in another city. We broke it off and I didn’t speak to him for a few months. I bumped into him at a party and we talked a bit. Things were awkward, but he really wanted me to send him an email. I didn’t. We spent some more months without talking.
Meanwhile, I started seeing this 25-year old guy. When he learned that I was 16, we stopped seeing each other. A few weeks later, he still wants to get together though. He says he dreams about me but I just ignore him.
I could see her being someone’s Lolita.
After that, one of my friends decided that we should go out so we did. It just happened and it’s not something I really wanted. Then I saw my friend from the summer again. We really clicked once again, so I think that we should start up again. At the time that I saw him, I was still going out with my friend. Only he didn’t know that. Last Sunday, I left my boyfriend. Now, I don’t know if my friend from the summer knows that I have been seeing someone else. It’s strange, because we never talked about this.
That’s the life of a 16-year old.
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You’re going to laugh at me again.
No I won’t.
You are. You laughed at me last week.
No I didn’t.
It’s because I’m messy. It’s not fair. Boys are allowed to be messy. I’m not. Actually I’m really messy for a girl.
She is quite messy for a girl, but I don’t hold it against her. I just find it comical. I look at her rummaging with a smile on my lips.
She tells me this while she rummages through her bag to find an article that we are going to study. It takes her quite a while. So long that I get up and go photocopy the article once again. While she rummages, her books fall over and her papers are all over the place.
I found it! I knew that I had the article she tells me while I finish photocopying the article.