Short Stories by Hope/The Doll/The Doll Chapter 4
You left Stevie, wearing shorts and a shirt, but it's no big surprise to find him in your bed wearing a nightie. You pick her up and put her firmly in her own cot. "I don't know how you do it Stevie, but that's my bed and there's only room for one.
In the morning, you are almost disappointed that the doll is still where you left her. It's still early, so you lay under the covers thinking about new homes, new schools, and all the other stuff. "I wish you could talk Stevie," you whisper as your hand inevitably strays down between your legs. Usually, it takes a while to get the juices flowing, but you find that you are already wet and slippery down there. You almost jump when your finger finds the magic bump, it seems extra sensitive and you stop thinking and just enjoy the sensation, as you lay back stroking it. The feeling soon grows until it's almost too much and you have to stop.
When you finally climb out of bed, you look at Stevie and you could swear that she winks, but when you look again, she's just a doll and because she's laying down, her eyes are shut. "I'm on to you," you say, wagging a finger before you head for the horrible pink bathroom. By the time you finish brushing your teeth, and checking the new one growing in the gap, you hear Mum in the kitchen, so you go down for breakfast.
The school is like something out of a Dickens book. "It hasn't changed since I went there. We used to call it Dotheboys Hall," she says, confirming my Dickens idea.
Inside, it was much nicer. Bright colours and lots of paintings on the walls. Big windows and high ceilings made it seem nicer than the modern school you went to before, where the roof leaked and there was always a funny smell. The receptionist took us to the headmaster's room and then an older girl took us on a tour. The front was much as Mum remembered it, but at the back was a new science block with a lot of equipment. "Someone gave us a load of money last year to finish the new part and buy all this equipment," the girl says. Although there's only a couple of weeks to go until the summer break, they say I should start next day, so I can get to know people.
"What do you think," Mum asks when you get to the restaurant for lunch.
You shrug. "It's okay," you say. Actually, it looks pretty good but you don't want to sound too enthusiastic. "Has it changes much since you were there," you ask. She says that while the outside looks the same, It looks like a different place inside.
"I doubt that Wackford Squeers was ever headmaster there, but I did have a friend called Nicholas," she says with a laugh.