Letting out a sigh, Lily slowly flipped the page of the book she was meant to be studying.
"Something wrong, sis?" Her brother inquired, looking up from his own book. "You seem really down!"
Lily shook her head.
"No, it's fine..." She replied half-heartedly.
Of course, it wasn't fine. Yet another of her class mates now used a training bra, meaning she was the only girl in her class who didn't wear one. And as much as she tried to ignore this, Penny didn't let her.
Lily snorted.
Perfect Penny, with her great marks in tests and exams. Teachers adored her, the other girls in her class wanted to be her and the guys in her class wanted to be with her. And who could blame any of them? Penny had started going through puberty years ago, and was still subject to the occasional growth spurt.
As a result of this, she had a huge chest. Forget training bra, Penny used an adult bra! Her chest was like the size of her own mothers! And the rest of her body... Long black hair that was silky smooth, a beautiful face, nice wide hips and a full backside...
Lily hated her, and Penny knew it. Everyday, it was constant teasing over her boyish body. The only remotely female part of her was her long red hair, which Lily had insisted be left alone. It hung down past her backside, almost touching her knees now.
"Sis?"
Her brother's calm voice made her snap. She knew he was only trying to help, as she appreciated it, but at that moment in time, she didn't want it. She just wanted to be alone with her thoughts.
Without a word, Lily stood up and stormed off. She heard her brother let out a sigh, having realised that things were not okay with her. But by the time he had decided to follow her, it was probably too late. The library was a huge place, and to search it all for one person would take hours.
Lily had no idea where she was until she stopped in front of a familiar looking set of bookcases. Compared to the ceiling high shelves that were the norm in the rest of the library, the children's section had tiny shelves with barely any books on them. And the books that were there, the majority were copies of one another.
And yet, she didn't care. The children's section was a place of happy memories for her. She remembered coming here with Damien almost every day to read or study. She would always walk out with a handful of books cradled in her arms, and by the next visit, she had finished them all.
Without really thinking, she grabbed a book off of one of the small shelves. Flipping open to a random page, Lily saw pictures of...
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