Youth isn't so great [for dl_greenarrow]

[furtum_est_vita]

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

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[dl_greenarrow]

He chuckled at the indignation in her voice. "Whatever you say."

[dl_greenarrow]

"I've always thought so," he agreed.

[furtum_est_vita]

She giggled and finished off her milkshake. "You'd better not drop me, though. I'd rather not have my first piggyback end up with me sprawled across the floor."

[dl_greenarrow]

"Promise I won't drop you," he told her with a grin, even if the words 'first piggyback' caught him a bit off guard.

[furtum_est_vita]

"I trust you." The life of an abused private school teenager didn't have much room for piggybacks or milkshakes, unfortunately. She's probably going to take advantage of this curse to have as much fun as she possibly can. Beware the sugar high.