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It was her first day of High School.
No longer considered a child, she was growing up and she was excited.
Carefully she applied her make-up. Mum had shown her how to apply it without looking garish.
For once, she didn’t have to wear a uniform, just the school colours in any manner she wished. She chose a pair of black trousers, a white shirt, and checkered cardigan. The latter had belonged to her grandma, and she’d always loved it.
For a splash of colour, she wore a lilac silk scarf round her neck.
The bus was due to collect her from the end of the road at 8.30. She felt a little conspicuous until a boy from the opposite direction joined her and smiled.
He was older than she, and a little taller.
‘Hi!’ he said cheerfully. ‘First Day?’
‘Yes,’ she mumbled.
She looked up at him and asked how he could tell.
‘You’ve still got the labels on some of your clothes.’
She blushed furiously as he continued ‘Don’t worry. I can help you with that,’ and produced a pair of scissors.
‘I’m Mike by the way.’
‘Bekka,’ she replied laughing.