Maturity- a narrative compo

I was lying on my back gazing at the speckles of white clouds skidding across the velvet of blue sky. The sun burned down in hot rays which scorched the front of my neck. The grass below me itched and scratched with minute bugs as my head rested against the overlap of my two arms crossed over each other.Above, the canopy of green leaves parted such that occasionaly, a glint of sunlight passed through to penetrate me eyes.Beside me, my 2 friends sat and leaned against the trunk of the oak tree which was shielding me from the direct sunlight.

We worked as voluntary workers in an orphanage, Shermaine, Michele, and I, and we would get our due rest daily for a little over a quarter of an hour. As voluntary workers, it was queer that we had to adhere to the rules of the orphanage as much as the orphans do. It was simple, but strict. We were not allowed to eat during our 'working' hours, and we were forbidden to slacken at any other time other than the allocated rest hour.As for clothing, We were dressed in pale blue uniforms with a dark blue skirt, clothes of what children would wear. When the bell pealed, we had to hurry back to the tired old house in which the orphans retired.There, we would man the counter for potential parents and guardians on the look out for a child to adopt.

Just as i turned over on my side, and closed my eyes in the summertime bliss, we heard a distant but distinct chime of the bell. My eyes popped open and I took to my heels, just as Shermaine and Michele did. Racing across the corridor the warm air stung my eyes and made me squint, we danced through the gate and right outside the door to the house, I felt a sharp pain I had never experienced before. It ripped through my abdomen like a bullet. I gasped in white hot agony as the pain dug into my body, sucking up my every breath and making my eyes tear. I crumpled into a ball on the grey tiled floor, fighting for the strength to stand and the courage to maintain my dignity. As I gazed upwards, I saw the concerned faces of my friends filling up my entire frame of vision, moving in closer and closer to me as cold swear broke out in little beads on my face. As quickly as ii came, the pain ebbed away, and i stood up unsteadily, not trusting myself should the pain return.i looked at Shermaine- she seemed confused and shaken, Michele, however, was smiling secretly to herself. Guiding me towards the bathroom, she pushed me into a cubicle and handed me a new set of clothes. It was different, no longer the childish blue skirt that we've been wearing but instead that of what the women in the orphanage wore. When I turned around and saw the thick blood on my dress, however, i couldn not supress the scream.Then i realised. A caterpillar then, a butterfly now.