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I had just gotten out of the shower and was drying my hair while looking in the mirror. I saw the reflection of a pretty girl, though I didn't once think so. I finally learned that nothing is perfect, and figured why even bother. That's not to say I didn't try all I could to look my best. I just didn't think I was some ugly girl because of one small pimple or whatnot. Not that I ever had anything like that or even similar. I don't think my sister even has any. Maybe I was born in a family where pimples didn't bother any of us. When I finished drying my black hair I stopped drying myself with water to look at the stand of white hair. I didn't have it at the beginning of last year. In fact, after I came to from the ordeal last summer part of my hair had turned white somehow. I now knew that traumatic experiences could cause it. I guess seeing your little brother's brains fly outside of its proper place could do something like that. I liked how it looked, though, but I wished it had come about in a different and much better way. I also liked it, cause it reminded me of Jessie and it reminded me why I do what I do now.

I've been lifting weights at the gym my family goes to. My sister thinks I'm going a little bit overboard and my mom, who is a psychologist, told me only once that muscles signify strength and apparently subconsciously I want strength so I can save people or something. I could remember what she said, but currently, I was flexing my arm muscles and I couldn't help to smile. They were looking quite decent now. Not as good as the rest of my family, except maybe my mom, who didn't work out as much as my sister or dad. My muscles were nowhere close to all the dudes and girl bodybuilders I would see down at the gym, though. I even asked a few if I could touch their arm muscles. Some said no, but others laughed and said I could. They all thought I was a cool girl for "pumping iron", as they called it.

"Stop flexing your muscles and hurry up in there." I heard Jessica call out to me from the other side of the door.

"I'm not... doing that!" I said surprised she knew what I was doing.

"Yeah, sure. Just remember others need to use it as well."

"Fine, fine," I said as I finished drying myself off and put the towel back in my spot on the towel rack and picked up my black panties, and quickly put them on. My chest size was so small that I didn't even bother wearing a bra. My sister seemed to love getting different kinds of weird-looking bras, but I found the whole thing quite a nuisance and a bit sad. It's like getting a cart at a grocery store and getting no groceries. What's the use? I kept the light on in the bathroom and picked up all my other stuff and ran out of the bathroom.

"Learn to put on a bra dweeb!" I heard my sister say, as I ran past.

"I'll put one on when I have the need and when they get more comfortable," I yelled back as I was in my room.

"Which will be never." She called back and she shut the door closed.

I walked into my room and looked at all my clothes strewn across my floor. I was usually more organized, but honestly, since I saw that weird shape at night a few days ago I kept thinking about that. I was thinking over the thought that I had really seen nothing. It was either a neighbor or an animal, though wild animals were quite rare around this part of town. And neighbors rarely went out for a night walk and even rare was a neighborhood pet getting loose. I heard a knock at my door and it was my mom telling me I have to hurry if I wanted a ride. I quickly went to get new socks and put them on and found the first thing I laid my eyes on which was a pair of my shorty shorts. I quickly put my legs into the leg holes and realized there were none. It was my jeans mini skirt and how they had been laying crumpled on the floor, I had easily mistaken them. Either way, I was in a hurry, because I did not want to miss a ride to school or I'd have to stay here all by myself or walk to school. I hurried to put on the pair of shoes nearest me which happened to be my classic black and white Converse shoes.

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