Mariah
‘I tape these suckers down ‘Cause they just get in my way’
“C’mon, Mariah! We need to go train!”
“Alright, Lee, I’ll be right there!”
I groaned as I looked around bleary-eyed. I wouldn’t be right there, and my brother knew it. I’d only just gotten out of bed, because Lee and Ray had insisted that we all stayed up ridiculously late to train. Don’t they know a girl needs her beauty sleep?!
I got out of my comfy, warm bed, and immediately wanted to plant myself face first back into it. I resisted the urge, and went over to my dresser. I pulled out some clothes, and a long piece of white cloth.
This cloth was me make-shift bra.
Because, you know, living in a poor village with a bit of a lack of money meant we were only allowed essential clothes.
But somehow, I think that bras are essential.
Because my boobs really are getting out of hand. Literally. I can’t even fit one hand around one, now! That is how big they are.
I wound the cloth around my chest, pulling my boobs somewhat flatter, so they wouldn’t bounce around and hit me in the face when we were training. I would pay for it later, though, when I take off this cloth. They’ll spring out, causing me to fall over, and… Urgh.
I get dressed in my pink clothes, and walk out to the training area, stifling a yawn. Ray grins at me, but Lee looks furious.
“Where have you been?!”
“Well, a certain couple of people made us all stay up late last night to train, and I’m very tired.”
“What a hardship. Come on guys, 20 press-ups.”
I groaned some more. Living and being best friends with four guys meant a lot of training meant for men. I lowered myself to the ground, and took part in the stupid training that would more than likely last all day, hoping that one day, a lovely woman would come and take me away and turn me into a pretty princess with a nice pink dress, high heels, and a proper bra…
