Chapter three ;Sparks

Nittah sat on the couch stroking her doll's fur. She started narrating to Rubby of yesterday's event . she felt much better now and almost laughed at herself. She had never had a boyfriend before, so she wanted to know and experience how it feels to be in a relationship.To call someone your boyfriend. she sometimes felt left out when some of her old friends would talk about their dotting boyfriends and how they spoiled them on weekends ,taking them out for shopping and dinner dates .

While stroking the rabbit, she told it how badly she wanted a boyfriend. To know how it feels when someone loves you. Not that her family didn't love her, they did. But she wanted another type of love. She wanted to fall in love and probably have sex. Isn't that what people in relationships do? She sometimes fantasized doing it with a faceless guy because she couldnt make up a face in her mind. Those thoughts made her red like a tomatoe whenever she fantasized. She often wondered if she would be able to do it in reality.

"Imagine, having a kind hearted and caring gentleman . Tell me,how would you feel if someone who loves you is always dotting on you." She asked her all time friend. She wanted a person who can be decribed with all gentleman characters. Would she find one? Suddenly,a spark ignited and disappeared between her hands and the stuffed toy. Wait, what was that! "Did you feel that, Rubby?" she asked her friend who was only staring back lifelessly.

"If only you could talk." there she was again. Wishing the doll could talk. Nittah would be glad if her doll could have the power of speech. But on the other hand she would not ,knowing that she had told the doll almost all her secrets . If it was registering them in that stuffed brainless head. She wouldn't be sure if it would keep it's rabbit mouth shut or it would just be a blabber mouth spilling everything like a broken pot.

This was not the first time she touched something and a small spark ignited . She would always assume it to be a coincidence with startic eletricity or something to do with friction. She was ready to ignore it again but her mind refused. It bothered her like never before.It was frequently happening. To keep her mind of it, she turned on the tv and watched movies until she dozed off.

She was woken by someone pushing the main door open and her lazy eyes looked to check who it was. It was her sister. She was home. Nittah watched her walking from the door to the living room. She waited for her hug or to ask her how her day was, but none of that came.Instead she walked past her to the stairs and climbed noisily to her room. Her sister was still moody. She had changed so much since the day they attended the trade fair with her friends.

She wanted to know what was wrong with her. So she stood and followed her up to her room. Betty heard her sister running after her but she didn't bother to stop. Before she could turn the door knob, she heard her call her. "Betty." Betty turned to look at her with a bored face. "what." Nittah was ready for this cold reply so she raised her arm to place on her shoulder but when the tip of her forefinger touched her, it happened again. The spark was there but this time it was much stronger with a small cracking sound. It was as if it was preventing her from touching her sister's shoulder . She quickly retracted her hand and put it back to her side.

Betty only rolled her eyes and turned the knob locking the door after she entered leaving her sister standing there confused. 'Did she feel it?' Nittah wondered. She really wanted to know if her sister had felt it or heard it or it was just her imagination. She lifted her other hand from the side and knocked the door but her sister didn't open. She sighed and left the door knowing how stubborn her sister was. She would not open it even if she spent the whole evening there knocking.

She decided to talk this to her mother after she came back. And also her sister's behavior lately. Finally her parents came. They had dinner together as ussual but her sister was still locked up in her room. After dinner Nittah helped her mother wash the dishes in the kitchen. Her mother had a trobled face. Maybe she had a tough day at work. "Mom, have you noticed Betty's moody behavior?" .Her mother looked at her startled. It seemed like she was in deep thought before her daughter spoke. "No I haven't. Why do you ask?" She asked. "Betty has been acting very distant to me nowadays. And she is not opening up. She didn't even come down for dinner." Nittah replied with a concerned face.

"You are overthinking, dear. I think she is just stressed with school work. It has been a busy week for her because of the exams. Just give her sometime to organise herself and she will be herself again." Maybe her mother was right. She was overthinking. She had totally forgot about Betty's exams that week. "okay, mom." With that, she kissed her good night and went to her room ignoring the spark issue . It would be ridiculous to tell her mother about it.

Maybe she was overthinking again. What did she think it was? She had no answer to that question. 'It is just my body playing tricks on me.' She thought. A sigh escaped her lips .She mummered a short prayer and slept.