#Chapter42

Avoiding each other

Blake

Damn, I look like a five year old that stole mom's clothes.

I stared at myself in the mirror for the millionth time, checking the supposed "outfit" Raph provided for me, frowning unsatisfied.

It was a summer white dress, that was supposed to cling tightly on my torso and fall just above my knees, but because I was thinner and smaller than the average at my age, it fell loosely on my petite body, the thin straps constantly slipping over my shoulders, threatening to completely fall off any moment.

Damn, I really need to buy some proper clothes. I can't walk around looking like this....