Poppy Nunthorpe went to the University of Downshire where she did Business Studies in Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in
halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls from Beaumont
Island, Stacey Jackson, a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, her cousin Paige Chapman, a skinny flat chested girl, who was beautiful but painfully shy and
Nicole Wilson a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the
girls were studying different subjects, but their strong friendship resulted
from their shared history as islanders, and as they got on so well the four of
them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and
third years.
Out of all the
girls Poppy was the only one of them who had a boyfriend when they first
arrived on campus during fresher’s week.
Tyler Simmons
was four years older than Poppy and had already been through university.
He was
literally the boy next door for her, and she had loved him since she was 12
years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on
her teeth, she was invisible to him.
She finally got
him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had his heart,
body and soul.
After
University Tyler got a job at Accountants Webster and Lindstrom in Pipershaven, and rented a flat there, but he
returned to St Pierre every weekend to his parent’s house, and to see
Poppy.
Poppy Lived
with her Aunt Lily but she was away on a dirty weekend with David Lee on the
mainland, which is why on Sunday he knocked on the front door of her house, but
there was no reply, so he knocked again and was just about to ring her when the
door opened, though only a crack, and Poppy peered around the door at him.
“Hi babe, I was
beginning to think you weren’t in” he said
“Hello Mr.
Simmons” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t
here”
“Oh” he said
and then it dawned on him that little Poppy wanted to play dress up “Can I come
in”
“Yeth” she
lisped and opened the door.
As he closed
the door, she stood in the hall with her red hair tied in pigtails and was
wearing her old school uniform.
“Do you like my
uniform?” she asked as she stood pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her
hands behind her back.
“Yes, you look
very pretty” he answered as he took his coat off.
“Would you like
to see my room?” Poppy asked
“Yes please” he
replied, and she darted upstairs so he followed the giggling schoolgirl.
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