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- Author: Chloe Walsh
- Language: English
- Genre: Sports Fiction
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HIGH HOPES
SHANNON
It was January 10th 2005.
A whole new year, and the first day back to school after Christmas
break.
And I was nervous – so nervous, in fact, that I had thrown up no less
than three times this morning.
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.
Smoothing down my new school uniform, I stared at my reflection in
the bathroom mirror and hardly recognized myself.
Navy jumper with the Tommen College crest on the breast with a white
shirt and red tie. Grey skirt that stopped at the knee, revealing two scrawny,
underdeveloped legs, and finishing with tan tights, navy socks, and twoinch, black court shoes.
I looked like an implant.
I felt like one, too.
My only consolation was the shoes that Mam bought me brought me up
to the five feet two mark. I was ridiculously small for my age in every way.
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.
My long, brown hair was loose and flowing down the middle of my
back, pushed back from my face with a plain red hairband. My face was
free of makeup, making me look every bit as young and small as I felt. My
eyes were too big for my face and a shocking shade of blue to boot.
I tried squinting, seeing if that made my eyes look any more human, and
made a conscious effort to thin my swollen lips by pulling them into my
mouth.
Nope.
The squinting only made me look disabled – and a little constipated.
Exhaling a frustrated sigh, I touched my cheeks with my fingertips and
exhaled a ragged breath.
What I lacked in the height and breast departments, I liked to think I
made up for in maturity. I was level-headed and an old soul.
Nanny Murphy always said that I was born with an old head on my
shoulders.
It was true to an extent.
I had never been one to be fazed by boys or fads.
It just wasn’t in me.
I once read somewhere that we mature with damage, not with age.
If that’s the case, I was an old age pensioner in the emotional stakes.
A lot of the time I worried that I didn’t work like other girls. I didn’t
have the same urges or interest in the opposite sex. I didn’t have an interest
in anyone; boys, girls, famous actors, hot models, clowns, puppies… Well,
okay so I had an interest in cute puppies and big, fluffy dogs, but the rest of
it, I could give or take.
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