![]() ![]() My long, brown hair was loose and flowing down the middle of my back, pushed back from my face with a plain red hairband. I was thin on the extreme, under developed with fried eggs for breasts, clearly untouched by the puberty boom that had hit every other girl my age. I was ridiculously small for my age in every way. My only consolation was the shoes that Mam bought me brought me up to the five feet two mark. ![]() Grey skirt that stopped at the knee, revealing two scrawny, underdeveloped legs, and finishing with tan tights, navy socks, and two-inch, black court shoes. Navy jumper with the Tommen College crest on the breast with a white shirt and red tie. Smoothing down my new school uniform, I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and hardly recognized myself. ![]() My pulse was beating at a concerning rate my anxiety the culprit for my erratic heartbeat, not to mention the cause of my upchuck reflex abandoning me. ![]() I would like to dedicate Binding 13 to anyone who's ever had a dream they dared to chase with insatiable hunger and drive.Ī whole new year, and the first day back to school after Christmas break.Īnd I was nervous – so nervous, in fact, that I had thrown up no less than three times this morning. ![]()
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