Sixteen

“What does it feel like?” Lacey screams from the other side of the changing room.

“I don’t know.” I can’t help but grimace at the reflection in the mirror.

“Well, do you like it?”

“Is white, Lacey. That’s the only requirement.” I’m huffing, working hard to not fall.

“Yes, but how does it look?” Her insistence is starting to annoy me.

“I can’t stand up straight.” There’s so much you can do with the crutches but standing up straight with is just one thing. The sales lady is helping me with the dresses but still a bit uncomfortable.

This is the only one so far and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Yes, is white and is also long. I need it to be long, so it can cover my messed-up leg. There’s no need to show my scar.

“I’m coming in.”

She barges in and halts as soon as she spo