In Bed With My Hockey Stepbrother

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anuary 1

e first day back to scho

fact, that I had thrown up no few

ety the culprit of my erratic heartbeat, not to me

I stared at my reflection in the bathr

d tie. Gray skirt that stopped at the knee, revealing two scrawny, underdeveloped

like an

like on

ht me brought me up to the five-foot-two mark.

ried eggs for breasts, clearly untouched by the

ce with a plain red hair band. My face was free of makeup, making me look every bit as youn

k any more human, and made a conscious effort to t

o

only made me l

ouched my cheeks with my finger

rtments, I liked to think I made up for in

that I was born with an

rue to a

one to be fazed

wasn't

that we mature with

as an old-age pensioner

e opposite sex. I didn't have an interest in anyone: boys, girls, famous actors, hot models, clowns, puppies...

watching the shitstorm that was my parents' relationship unravel had put me off the prospect of teaming up wit

rather b

to the point of no return, I stared at my reflection in the mirror an

ld myself. This is

face, desperate to cool the heated anxiety burning inside of my bo

ng behind. The thought entered my mind and I flinch

bullying in both prima

been the target of every child's fru

that they didn't like me and I wasn't to be associated with. And th

ith the other children on our street and never had a

sc

l for me. All nine-instead of the regular

d me back so I could repeat juniors with a new class. Even though I was just as miserable in my new clas