Still In Diapers At 16 Novels & Stories

I frowned because of his request. Why didn't the other girl who came in here check your IDs? Do I look underage? I pulled the zipper of my rectangular shaped black shiny wallet and took out my ID. I presented my ID in front of the oversized bouncer. he took my ID and looked at it. "Twenty-two years old? Sorry, Miss. I thought you're underage 'coz you look like seventeen," frowned when the bouncer handed me back my ID and stepped back to let me in. Seventeen huh? I was sixteen years old when Lazarus accidentally got me pregnant. What did I look like when I was sixteen years old? Do I look eleven years old?

Sixteen. Sixteen is this damn weird age—you're not a kid anymore, but being an adult feels like putting on a suit three sizes too big. It’s that awkward stage where you're still getting the hang of it, stumbling around, pretending to have shit figured out when, really, you’re as clueless as ever. Friendships get messier, crushes get more complicated, and everything feels like it’s got hidden layers. Suddenly, nothing’s innocent anymore. Take the cafeteria at Halloway High, where Shawn Jones, king of the shallow end of the gene pool, is strutting around like he owns the place. He’s got this cocky smirk plastered on his face, basking in all the attention he’s raking in.

She looks so skinny and gets jumpy at every slight noise. “ So tell me, were you able to graduate high school?” She nods. “ The orphanage I grew up in, made sure we got our high school diplomas before releasing us when we turn eighteen.” “ So, you’re currently eighteen?” She shakes her head and smiles shyly. “ Why are you blushing? Are you older than eighteen? That’s not a bad thing.” “ I’m sixteen.” Well, that’s surprising. She definitely looks older than sixteen, even though she’s very skinny. “ You graduated high school early?”

"Could you go back to camp and get some fresh clothes for the kid?" "Stop calling me that," the girl hisses, drawing my attention back to her. "What? Kid?" I ask, raising a brow. "Isn’t that what you are?" "I’m not a child!" she snaps. "I’m sixteen!" Sixteen? She looked barely older than twelve with her tiny figure and large green eyes surrounded by a round baby face. "Ridiculous," I mutter, slowly getting to my feet. "You can say you’re however old you want; it won’t change matters anyway."

I hesitated to ask, as the mere thought was too much to process. My life had been turned upside down, and I was still struggling to come to terms with my new reality. Just two weeks ago, I was a 16-year-old high school student, and now, at 20, I was faced with a plethora of unanswered questions. Would I be able to finish school? How would I explain the sudden age gap to my friends? Would I simply brush it off as "supernatural stuff" and hope they didn't pry further? The uncertainty was suffocating, and I couldn't help but feel like I was drowning in the chaos of my own life.

He acted like he didn’t. “It’s been that way for years, when I was sixteen, I thought I just had to wait for two more years, eighteen and then I was twenty, and twenty-two, it never came. All because of an accident.” I voiced out, but I never said it to anyone. I kept it all closed up in my diary, which I misplaced. One of his knees was on the ground, and he caressed my feet softly in his hands. “I don’t want them to use it against you.”

Zoe’s POV 16 Years Old My brother was driving me crazy! As my guardian, I knew he just wanted to keep me safe. But I was sixteen years old! When was he going to realize I didn’t need a babysitter? This year’s masquerade ball was being held in our territory and I wanted so badly to watch everyone arriving, to see all the fancy costumes. I knew I couldn’t actually attend since I wasn’t eighteen yet. But what would it hurt to watch from a distance?

Touching her felt like dirt that needed cleaning. “You think I don’t know what you’re playing at?” I said, keeping my eyes on the old man. “Don’t you dare put the limelight on Zayne now because everyone can do the maths. You want him to be legal so no one can ask how he’s sixteen when I’m only thirty-two?” I stepped forward again, closing the space between us while Diane glared at me. “He’s sixteen. I’m thirty-two. That makes me what… sixteen when he was born? They’ll see it, Daniel. And they’ll find out what you and your daughter tried to bury.”

Now is a perfect time to do it. I opened it and was met with a page filled with normal things like age, parents and address. She's 17. How did I not find that out? She's underage. She's only three years younger than me. I turned to the next page. Nothing was documented for a whole year. Not doctor, eye or dentist appointments. There's no snapshots of her leaving places like there are in other peoples files. It's almost as if she disappeared. That's last year when she was 16. There's only one thing written under the year where she turned 15 and that's a mans name.

This was the biggest hurdle he was going to have to jump with his parents. “Liam, you haven’t finished high school yet.” Helena said, straining to keep her mouth in a smile. “I graduated already. I took the AP tests and took the GED. I graduated two weeks ago. I filled out the information and was accepted for this years fall class.” “You are only sixteen. I’m not having you go off to college at sixteen. Give it a few years. If you still decide to go, then we can…” “I’m not asking, Dad.”