Chapter 6 Youth

"Ugh... what the hell..." I whispered.

I woke up in my bed with an uncomfortable feeling in my body. What happened? Oh!

"Is it time? ...Sigh..."

I put away my blanket and took a peek at my panties. Yup, blood. Sigh. Well, I can't help it then. I'm so used to the pain that I didn't notice the signs of my period.

Not my first time, though.

I got up from my bed and walked to the bathroom across the room. I might as well wash myself. It's still early, so my mother is still asleep. The bathroom is all mine for an hour. But of course, I'm not going to spend an hour in the bathroom. What am I? A girl?

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sigh...

Actually, let me confess something. For the past few years since my first period, my mother, Martha, has been shoving all her makeup at me. To be exact, we share it. She teaches me how to do this and that—everything about being feminine, how to look pretty, how to behave. But really... isn't it too late already? I'm twelve now!

But still, I find that quite useful. For example, learning how to shave my legs, armpits, and anything that makes me look good. I'll say it's not because I want to seduce somebody, but just like I said a long time ago, I like beautiful things. If I can make myself pretty, I don't mind if I do.

After the bath, I went back to my room, put on clean panties and a bra for my chest that had already started to swell

"…now…where is my uniform?" I muttered to myself.

My uniform was supposed to be in my drawer or on the hanger. I only have one drawer and not many clothes, so maybe it's in my mother's room? I started walking toward my mother's room. When I got there, I saw both of my parents still sleeping on the bed with a blanket over them. I tilted my head to the side and noticed a pile of clothes on the sofa. I saw my uniform there—it wasn't folded yet but had already been cleaned. I guess Mom forgot, and so did I.

I picked up the uniform, which consisted of a white long-sleeve shirt and a long dark blue pleated skirt, and headed back to my room.

After putting on the clothes, I glanced at the top of the drawer. There lay my mother's box full of makeup, but mostly the ones I frequently used. With a sigh, I picked up the box.

"It's so hard being a woman," I sighed as I opened the box. Inside, there were two lipsticks, face powder, contact lenses, a shaver, lotion, a brush, a small mirror, and earrings. These were the only things I needed.

I lightly brushed my face with powder, applied light red lipstick on my lips, and chose a pair of earrings to wear. Done! With the help of my magic mirror, I could do this quickly and easily. I couldn't believe women spent a lot of time on this... unbelievable. Humph. I looked pretty.

"Agatha! You are late for school!" I heard my mother's voice.

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed.

Since when?! Weren't you still sleeping, mother? I slammed the box on my bed, grabbed my bag, and ran to the door. I didn't forget to kiss both my mothers and grab my lunchbox. Hastily, I put on my shoes and said goodbye to them.

The moment I opened the door, I saw a beautiful woman waiting for me. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore the same uniform as me. She was looking at me boredly from the top of her bike.

Of course, it was our lovely Corey!

"We're 15 minutes late, and I've been here for 20 minutes! You are late!!"

"Sorry, sorry... hurry up!"

I took a seat on the back of her bike and urged her to start. With a sigh, she turned on the bike, and we were off! It wasn't a motorcycle, of course, but more like an electric bike, perfect for someone our size.

We didn't talk on the way because we were already late, so we moved quickly. It only took us two minutes to get to school since it was nearby, thank goodness.

Corey parked her bike inside the school, which was, of course, for students only. Then, we dashed to our class. Honestly, I didn't understand why we had to run; we were already late, so a couple more minutes of walking wouldn't hurt. But Corey said it was bad manners, and while I kind of got it, I also kind of didn't.

In front of the class, we saw the door was open, and the other students were chatting with each other. Humph. The teacher wasn't here yet. We immediately stepped inside the class.

"Corey, Agatha... late again, are we?"

As we stepped inside, I heard a familiar voice at my side. Of course, I knew her—one of the "Top" students in our class, Sally. She had short brown hair that matched her eyes and wore the school's "Top" uniform with a skirt that reached her knees. She teased us almost every day when we were late, which was our fault, of course.

"Don't ask me... ask her!" Corey said, gasping for breath as she threw the blame onto me.

"...Not our first time," I replied calmly, though I needed to take a long inhale before speaking.

"I don't think it's good to continue like this. As a friend, I can tell you this," Sally said earnestly.

"I know that already! It's just... sigh... leave me alone," I muttered, feeling exasperated.

I dragged Corey to our desks and collapsed there for a couple of minutes. We hadn't run for long, but somehow my body—or rather, "Bottom" was weaker than "Top". Discrimination between "Bottom" and "Top" was still prevalent, as I'd read in articles, but oh well... I lost the coin flip.

A minute later, the teacher finally arrived, and my youth started ticking again...