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A Different Plane of Existence
By Karen Page
Part Twelve
"Oh my God," bemoaned Charlotte to herself, as she curled up on the
settee. "How could this happen? How can I survive another day like
that?"
Charlotte not only found out her girlfriend from before the accident
lived in the same area but went to the same school. After being thrust
together, Charlotte had tried to keep her distance from Kirsty but to no
avail. Kirsty hadn't had time to make any real friends and took her
'responsibility' of making sure Charlotte was looked after very
seriously. As the day progressed, Charlotte slipped into the groove and
was finding herself not wanting to be away from Kirsty.
"Are you okay?" asked Kelly. She had heard the front door open and had
come in to see Charlotte cuddled up on the settee hugging a cushion as if
it would save her from all life's woes. Kelly noted that Charlotte had
flung her jacket and school bag onto the floor but decided now wasn't the
time to discuss tidiness.
Charlotte just tightened her grip on the cushion as the memories of the
day crystallised in her brain. She tried to find the words to describe
how emotionally upsetting it had all been and how she was still affected.
When Charlotte opened her mouth to speak, words didn't come. After a
second attempt Kelly was very much aware that something was badly wrong.
Kelly sat on the edge of the settee next to Charlotte and scooped the
distraught girl onto her arms.
"It's okay," reassured Kelly as Charlotte broke down into tears. "It's
all okay."
Kelly didn't say anything else, just holding Charlotte; waiting patiently
for demon's to emerge. It took a while for the Charlotte to be able to
speak coherently and a little longer for her to be able to make sense but
eventually the story emerged.
"Do you want to go to a different school?"
"Ye-", started Charlotte who, just as quickly stopped. "No," said
eventually said, "I don?t want to change schools. If Kirsty finds out
then she finds out. She isn't a vindictive person and if she worked it
out, wouldn't say anything. It is a good school and I seemed to fit in
well."
"Are you sure?" asked Kelly with deep concern. "Will you be able to
cope, being close to Kirsty but never able to act on your love?"
"No, I'm not sure," admitted Charlotte, her voice still trembling. "I'm
sure seeing her will be equally painful but I'm not a quitter. I will
learn to cope, just as I've learnt to cope with loosing my parents."
Over their rather late evening meal, Kelly pondered on Charlotte's
situation. She was still having nightmares, albeit less frequently.
Would this be a distraction from her parent's death, or would it just add
to the stress. Would a distraction be good or, in the long term, be
detrimental to her recovery.
Later, after Kelly had all but ordered Charlotte to go to bed, Charlotte
laid wide awake, sleep eluding her. Thoughts of Kirsty kept intruding
her feeble attempts to sleep. When Kelly went to bed and switched off
the lights the digital numbers on the alarm clock became the only visible
focal point. As the night drew on their constant green glow became her
only companion.
"If there is a God," thought Charlotte, "he has got a very naughty sense
of humour."
The memory of the day replayed constantly in her mind, trying to find any
details that might indicate Kirsty had seen Simon. The prepared answers
for "where are your from?" and "why did you move?" had seemed to do the
trick without giving any apparent clue.
"Perhaps she doesn't know," concluded Charlotte, more in hope than
anything more solid.
The clock continued its relentless journey through the sleepless night.
Each minute that ticked by frustrated Charlotte as she wanted to sleep
but the sandman had yet to visit.
"Should I continue at the school?" thought Charlotte, remembering Kelly's
offer from earlier. "Would it be easier on all involved?"
Thoughts of Simon's time with Kirsty brought a smile; the first kiss with
Kirsty, the first dance they had attended 'together', their tender kiss
together under the mistletoe only a few months ago. Charlotte's smile of
remembrance disappeared as the thoughts turned to more recent times; the
heart wrenching kisses only a few weeks ago as Simon said goodbye for the
last time. The worry and bewilderment of the situation was only
surpassed with the yearning Charlotte felt for Kirsty.
"No," concluded Charlotte. "I might not be able to tell Kirsty but I
certainly don't want to be away from her again."
With that decided Charlotte eventually drifted off to sleep, which for
once was without nightmares.
* * *
After the journey home, Kirsty sat at the kitchen table do her homework
but she couldn't get the concentration required. She managed to read the
same page of the text book five times without any detail sinking in.
There was something about Charlotte that was so familiar, so reassuring
and comforting. What it was Kirsty couldn't put her finger on but the
fact was driving her crazy.
"Have you done all your homework?" asked Mrs Wilson. After a pause she
prompted, "Kirsty?"
"Huh? Sorry, did you ask me something?"
"Did you do all your homework?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Well I've done some of it, but I don't seem to be able to concentrate."
"You do seem a bit distracted," admitted Mrs Wilson. "What's he called?"
"Who?"
"The person who has you all confused; what's his name?"
"It's a girl called Charlotte."
Mr and Mrs Wilson gave each other a quick glance and Mr Wilson gave his
shoulders a quick shrug. It was obvious to them both that Kirsty was
love struck but she had never shown any interest in girls before, well
not in that way. It was good that she wasn't moping about Simon.
Perhaps she thought that seeing a girl would not be being unfaithful to
Simon.
"That's nice, dear. You haven't mentioned her before."
"She's just started at the school today," enthused Kirsty. "Mr Younger
asked me to buddy with her since I'm also relatively new."
For the next hour Kirsty related every facet of the day to an
increasingly bemused set of parents. This was something they'd never
thought they would have to deal with when they had fostered and later
adopted her.
That night Kirsty lay in bed, her mind failing to settle. Charlotte
reminded her of someone but she just couldn't work out who. Every time
she thought about Charlotte she sighed and her thoughts turned to Simon.
No matter how hard she tried to keep her thoughts on Charlotte they
always ended up with Simon.
"Tell me what's bothering you?" asked Mrs Wilson, as she sat on the edge
of Kirsty's bed. She had heard Kirsty wandering around her room and had
come to investigate.
"I'm fine," said Kirsty as she lay in her bed, trying not to look at
Simon's photograph.
"If that is the case, then why can't you sleep?"
"I'm frustrated as I can't work out who Charlotte reminds me of. Every
time I picture her in my mind I keep thinking about Simon."
"Don't worry about who she reminds you of at the moment. You have only
known Charlotte one day so relax and enjoy having a new friend. Then if
you are still friends next week why don't you invite her round for tea
and I can see if she reminds me of someone."
"Oh thank you mum," said Kirsty, sitting up and throwing her arms tightly
around her mum's neck.
"No problem," laughed Mrs Wilson, wriggling free. "Now get to sleep, you
have school in the morning!"
* * *
The next day Charlotte was torn. Part of her was eager to get to school,
she enjoyed learning and she would see Kirsty again. The dissenting part
was frightened about what Kirsty would say if she ever found out and if
other people in the school would see through her masquerade. The
thoughts of the previous night still fresh in her mind just adding to her
confusion.
As she walked tiredly to the bus stop she saw Kirsty in the distance.
Any thoughts of not going to school vanished as her heart started
quickening. Charlotte just made it to the bus before it pulled out. As
she walked along the aisle she noticed that the seat next to Kirsty was
empty. As most other seats were occupied, Charlotte sat next to Kirsty
without it appearing that she was deliberately doing so.
"Hi," smiled Kirsty. "So you weren't put off yesterday and have come
back for more?"
"It's quite a nice school and I've been made very welcome," smiled
Charlotte, her heart beat becoming quicker and found it hard to resist
trying to hold Kirsty's hand.
"You look a bit tired," commented Kirsty as they got off the bus and made
their way towards their class.
"I didn't sleep well," agreed Charlotte, "but you can't talk. You looked
like you were about to fall asleep on the bus."
"I'm not that bad," protested Kirsty as she tried to stifle a yawn.
"Well perhaps I am."
The lessons that day were harder as Charlotte struggled to stay awake.
The worst was during the afternoon, just after lunch. She was scheduled
for PE but since she was excused she went to the library to try and
catch-up on subjects she'd slipped behind with.
"You are here to study, not sleep," said the librarian as she shook
Charlotte awake.
"Uh?"
"You'd fallen asleep with your head in the book. The bell just went and
I believe you have a lesson to go to?"
"Yes, thank you," Charlotte said grabbing her stuff and rushing out of
the door, leaving the librarian giggling in the wake.
"How are you doing?" Charlotte asked Kirsty as they went into the last
lesson of the day.
"Surviving," Kirsty sighed. "I nearly fell asleep earlier. What about
you, how do you feel?"
"With my hands," Charlotte responded absently.
"WHAT?!" exclaimed Kirsty, waking up and staring intently at Charlotte.
"Oh shit!" thought Charlotte to herself. "That was something that Simon
used to say."
"Withering down," Charlotte said, saying the first words that came into
her head. "I'm shattered."
Kirsty didn't say anything but just stared at Charlotte. "Ooh, isn't
that the school bus?" queried Charlotte pointing at an approaching bus.
"Come on, we'll have to run or we'll miss it," said Kirsty, snapping out
of her trance.
During the bus journey Charlotte noticed that Kirsty kept staring at her.
After ten minutes of this she asked, "What?! You keep looking at me.
Don't tell me I'm getting a spot?"
"No," Kirsty giggled. "You just remind me of someone and I was just
trying to see how close the resemblance is."
"Oh?" Charlotte replied, her heart sinking. "Who?"
"Oh someone I knew where I used to live," Kirsty replied, trying to keep
control. "I've written a few times but had no response. I even tried
ringing but the number is unobtainable."
"Perhaps this person moved?"
"It looks like it, but it certainly wasn't planned. Our families were
very close. I'd known Simon since we were little."
"Was he your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, he was. He was so kind and loving. You look a lot like him and
you have a similar sense of humour."
"I tell you what. Why don't I ring Kelly and see if you can stay for
tea. If so, then we can do our homework together and you can tell me
about him."
"I'll ring my parents and ask their permission as well," said Kirsty as
she pulled out her mobile phone.
It was quickly agreed and thirty minutes later they were both sprawled on
the sitting room floor discussing the lesson on glacial activities.
Kelly smiled to herself as she eavesdropped just beyond the door.
Charlotte's training looked like it had worked as she was still the same
person, but just in girl mode. If Charlotte had been radically different
then Kirsty wouldn't have noticed.
Throughout the meal, the two girls chatted away with each other like they
had known each other for years; which in fact they had. As the meal came
to an end Charlotte said, "Thanks Kelly for letting me have Kirsty round
for tea."
"You both seem to have found it useful, doing your homework together,"
observed Kelly.
"It was fun," Kirsty agreed.
"And we want to wash-up," added Charlotte. "You cooked so we wash-up, it
will also give us chance to gossip."
"You're on," laughed Kelly. "I have some work to do, so let me know when
you are finished. Kirsty, what time do you have to be home?"
"I'm not sure," admitted Kirsty. "We only moved down here recently and
I've not been out like this since. I used to go to a friends house all
the time, but I'd known them for years."
"I better ring and find out then. I'll also introduce myself to save her
worries."
Charlotte and Kirsty tackled the washing up with much jollity. Kirsty
couldn't believe how well she was getting on with Charlotte; it was like
they had known each other for years.
"What do you think of Harry?" asked Kirsty as she finished the last
plate. "I think he's taken a shine to you."
"You what?!" exclaimed Charlotte, nearly dropping the plate she was
drying.
"You know, Harry Walsh, the one with the large hands. They do say that
all body parts are in proportion."
"I..I.." Charlotte stuttered. She was rather shocked at what Kirsty was
saying. "He isn't my type. Anyway what about you, since you seem so
interested?"
"I already have a boyfriend and I know how well endowed he is," her face
taking on a dreamy look. "My parents moved away but I'm sure we will
stay together. We plan to try to go to the same university."
"I thought you said earlier that you were having difficulty getting hold
of, Simon?"
"Yes Simon and I can't get hold of him," she said her face falling. "I
just wish I knew what was happening. My Dad has to travel back to that
area one day this week and is going to investigate."
"So, what was he like in bed?"
"I'm not a slapper!"
"I wasn't accusing you of being a slapper."
"Sorry, I never slept with him. We both thought we were too young and
would wait till we were older."
"Too young?" Charlotte replied, knowing full well the real answer.
"Yes and well, we both promised our parents that we wouldn't. That
probably sounds strange to you."
"Not really, I made a similar promise to my parents before they died."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Kirsty flinging her arms round me. "There am I
lamenting about not having my boyfriend around and you have lost your
parents."
"It is hard but it is something I have to learn to live with," Charlotte
replied, not wanting Kirsty to take her arms away. They not only
provided her the comfort she needed but also was a nice excuse to be
close without causing any further suspicions.
"That's all settled," said Kelly as she walked into the kitchen.
Kirsty gave a small squeak and quickly removed her arms from Charlotte.
Charlotte almost sighed in pleasure but caught herself just in time and
just gave a small thank you nod to Kirsty. All of this was noticed by
Kelly who stored it away for future use.
"What's settled?" asked Charlotte, her eyes slightly misty.
"Your mother," said Kelly to Kirsty, "will come and collect you in about
an hour. She was glad to hear that you'd done your homework and you
should relax for once."
"Oh Mum," lamented Kirsty to herself as she turned red.
"Are you okay, Charlotte?" asked Kelly. "You seem upset."
"It's my fault," injected Kirsty. "I said something which made her
remember her parents."
"It isn't your fault. It is something I need to come to terms with.
What better time than with my new best friend."
"Since you've finished in here, why don't you go and relax. If you need
me, I'll be in my study."
Kelly watched the children disappear out of the kitchen. She was so
tempted to listen in but she knew that they needed their privacy. She
just hoped that Kirsty would be able to help reintegrate Charlotte back
into life without causing issues between them. She wasn't quite sure,
but it looked like Kirsty was embarrassed at being caught hugging
Charlotte.
The sound of the door bell brought Kelly's mind back from the pain of
doing her accounts. She was unsure if Charlotte would go to the door or
not but if she did then Kelly wanted to be there to make sure things
didn't get too difficult. In the end the children were no different from
any other children; they ignored the doorbell.
"Hi, you must be Mrs Wilson," said Kelly as she opened the front door.
"Why don't you come in? I'm afraid that Kirsty might not be ready yet."
"Nothing changes," smiled Mrs Wilson as she followed Kelly into the
house. "She was like that before we moved into the area. I thought it
might have just been the infatuation with the person she was with.
Perhaps I was wrong."
"Infatuation?"
"Perhaps that's the wrong word. She used to spend hours with her
boyfriend."
"Didn't you like him?"
"You have me all wrong. I used to love Simon as if he was one of my own.
The day that my husband got transferred was the worst days of our lives.
I knew how heartbroken Kirsty would be and I was right."
"I'm sure she will find someone else," said Kelly trying to turn the
conversation away from what she knew.
"Since moving she has done nothing but wonder when Simon would write or
ring her. I've tried to get her to make new friends but nothing has come
out of it till now."
"Well I think it's nice that Charlotte has found a friend in Kirsty,"
said Kelly. "I'll be sad to see Charlotte go; she is such a wonderful
girl."
"See her go?"
"I am only fostering Charlotte for a short period of time. She will soon
be passed back to Social Services where she will either go into a
children's home or, hopefully into longer term foster care. She is
probably too old to be adopted."
"She will still be in the area, won't she?"
"I doubt it. She was placed with me as she required specific care. She
is actually from outside this county.
"Kirsty will be so upset. They have only just become friends."
"It won't be for a few months till she moves. She needs to get her feet
back into her education and finish the term off. It will give chance for
something more permanent to be found. Now let's go find the children,
it's strange how neither of them heard the door bell."
"Opportunistic deafness," agreed Mrs Wilson with a laugh. The corners of
her mouth showing the fact she smiled and laughed a lot.
"Girls," said Kelly opening the door. "Kirsty's mum is here."
Mrs Wilson peeked in expecting to find total devastation; instead she saw
her daughter sat on the settee chatting away with Charlotte.
"Time to go home," Mrs Wilson said to Kirsty. "You'll see Charlotte
tomorrow."
"Okay," Kirsty sighed, glad that she had a friend again. They walked
together towards the front door. "Bye Charlotte."
"See you tomorrow," reassured Charlotte. When the front door closed
Charlotte raced upstairs to get a discreet but longer view. The security
light at the front of the house gave an illuminated view of events. Her
heart sorrowfully sunk further into her chest as she watched Kirsty climb
slowly into her mothers car and saw it slowly disappear.
"Do you fancy a hot chocolate?" gently asked Kelly after Charlotte had
continued to stare at the now dark driveway for several minutes.
Charlotte gave a weak smile and said, "That sounds wonderful. Thank
you."
They both curled up on the settee sipping the taste of their night-time
beverage. Nothing was said for a while, Charlotte was unsure what to say
and Kelly patiently waited giving Charlotte the opportunity to talk.
"How long were you at the doorway?"
"Long enough," smiled Kelly waiting for Charlotte to get to the real
thing that was on her mind.
"I thought you said you wouldn't spy on me?"
"I wasn't spying. I wanted to make sure you were okay. As soon as
Kirsty had left the house you bolted upstairs like a startled deer."
Charlotte again fell silent and continued to sip on the comforting taste
of the milky chocolate. Kelly waited, not saying anything. "Why?" was
the simple question that broke through Charlotte's lips.
Kelly didn't say anything for a while as she let Charlotte collate her
thoughts. The opening shot was too loaded, as if to try and goad Kelly.
"Why what?"
"Why all of this? Why the accident? Why did I end up a girl? Why did I
have to end up in the same school as Kirsty? Why? Why?"
Kelly continued to silently sip her hot chocolate, making sure that
Charlotte didn't have more to add. When Charlotte added nothing else,
Kelly plainly answered, "Why does anything happen? Why were we born
where we were? Why do people become good or bad? Why do people dye of
illnesses or disease? Nobody can answer those questions. Some people
might try but I never studied philosophy and would have no idea where to
start."
Kelly finished her hot chocolate and placed the empty mug onto the coffee
table. "You seemed to enjoy yourself with Kirsty?"
Charlotte gave an audible sigh of contentment. "It was wonderful to
spend time like that again. It was like we'd never been apart. Her eyes
sparkled, just as I remembered. She is such a wonderful person as she
lives her life without malice."
"Sounds wonderful."
"It is," again wistfully sighed Charlotte. "Just being in the same room
makes me seem to forget everything else in the world."
"Yet you seem frustrated."
"I'm living a lie. I was born a man and now I'm trapped in this female
body. I have periods and I'm starting to grow breasts. Kirsty deserves
better than me."
"Does she feel the same?"
"I don't know. She seems to be happy around me but I don't know if that
is because she has feelings for me, or if it is something else. How
could she love me as I'm now a girl?"
"You are essentially the same person as you were six months ago. Yes you
have undergone a traumatic event and that will shape your future but your
basic personality is still the same."
"Will Kirsty still love me then?"
"Would you like her to?"
"Yes," was the instant response. "Well, no. Oh I don't know. It would
be wonderful if she did still love me but if she knew then she would
probably be repulsed. She needs to find someone that would make her
happy, rather than cling to her previous relationship with me."
"How would you feel if you saw Kirsty kissing another boy?"
"If she was happy then I'd be fine."
Kelly didn't say anything but just looked at Charlotte through her upper
eyelashes. "Okay, I'd hate it but there isn't much I can do, is there?
It would be more painful for her if she knew the truth. Do you agree?"
"It isn't for me to agree or disagree," Kelly said. "You have to decide
what you do yourself. I'm just glad you understand that no matter what
happens it won't be easy, for you or for her."
* * *
"What did you think of Charlotte?" Kirsty asked her Mum during the drive
home.
"You seem to get on well with her," Mrs Wilson said, avoiding the
question. "It is good to see you socialising again."
"I never stopped socialising. I was just more worried about when I will
hear about Simon; it has been a long time."
"Well Dad was across there on business today," explained Mrs Wilson. "I
might have asked him to see if they are okay."
"Oh Mum, why didn't you say earlier?" exclaimed Kirsty, wanting to fling
her arms round her mums neck. Only just refraining as her mum was
driving.
"I wanted it to be a surprise. Anyway, I didn't get chance to tell you
as you arranged to do your homework with Charlotte. I take it you did
get your homework done?"
"Of course I got it done. We also touched on the last few weeks work so
it refreshed my memory and gave Charlotte a help with catching up."
"And I presume you did a lot of other chatting."
"Well, duh!"
"I'll have none of that," laughed Mrs Wilson. "Your Dad was just pulling
in as I came to get you, so let's see what he has to say."
"Ah, the wanderer returns," smiled Mr Wilson as they entered the house.
"I saw you leave as I got home and was glad of the message you left. So
Kirsty, did you have fun?"
"It was fine," replied Kirsty in a deadpan manner. She then got more
excited, "Did you see Simon? How was he? Why didn't he ring or write?"
"The house was empty and has been sold. The new owners are due to move
in next week."
"WHAT?!" exclaimed Kirsty looking shocked.
"Let me explain. It seems Simon's parents died in an accident. I heard
there was a wonderful funeral for them that lasted a lot longer than
arranged. So many people wanted to talk about them."
Kirsty and her mum burst into tears at the mention of Simon's parent's
death. It was something none of them were expecting nor desired. Kirsty
thought of Simon's parents as secondary parents as she was as often at
their house.
"What happened to Simon?" asked Kirsty in between sobs.
"Nobody seemed to know. It seems he was there for a short time to sort
items out and then disappeared. I will try to find out. He won't know
how to contact us so it is up to us to find him."
"You will find him, won't you?"
"We will do our best," agreed Mr Wilson. "That is all we can do. Now it
is late. Go and get ready for bed."
Twenty minutes later Kirsty was in bed. She didn't settle though as her
thoughts kept turning to Simon and the fun times they had together. It
was bad enough that she had to move away but now Simon was gone.
While Kirsty tossed and turned her parents sat downstairs discussing the
situation.
"How are we going to find Simon?" asked Mrs Wilson.
"Tomorrow, why don't you try ringing Brenda in Social Services? She knew
us well from the fostering we did. She might be able to help."
"That sounds a good idea. I'll get onto that tomorrow. Talking of
things like that I met Charlotte today."
"Your note said you'd gone to collect Kirsty from their house. How
similar to Simon is she?"
"There is quite a resemblance and she seems to get on really well. It
seems that Kelly is fostering her for a short time. When the summer
holidays come it will be quite likely that Charlotte will be moving out
of the area."
"That will devastate Kirsty," surmised Mr Wilson.
"That it will."
"Are you suggesting that we look at fostering Charlotte?"
"Would we be able to cope with three children?"
"We have the room and the love to give. Finances shouldn't be a problem,
especially with my new position. However, we hardly know Charlotte."
"True, let's not mention it to Kirsty yet but why don't we make some
discrete enquiries. If she and Kirsty stay good friends then I think we
should. Heck, I hate to see someone get messed around by Social
Services. She is a girl who needs stability and that's something we can
give."
"You don't have to preach to the converted. Let us see how things look
by next Friday and then we can take it from there. One thing for you to
think about is if we do have extra children, the special present we
planned for Kirsty at the end of term."
"I did think of it. I don't think it should be a problem and should be
more fun."
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