Youth isn't so great [for dl_greenarrow]
Bela paced around the cafe bathroom, one hand holding her jacket closed over her chest, the other periodically making sure her slacks didn't slip off her now much narrower hips. She paused in front of the mirror. She looked pale and frightened.
She was also only fourteen years old. Not only were her clothes too big, but it played hell on her balance now that she didn't have the muscle and weight she was used to.
She paced away from the mirror again, not wanting to see herself, and tried once again to figure out what had happened while she waited for Oliver to get there.
She was also only fourteen years old. Not only were her clothes too big, but it played hell on her balance now that she didn't have the muscle and weight she was used to.
She paced away from the mirror again, not wanting to see herself, and tried once again to figure out what had happened while she waited for Oliver to get there.