Still In Diapers At 16 Novels & Stories

Noa in her second year has finished her assessment of the curriculum and is now working, as she works with everything, from the understanding the assessment produced. They are sixteen. The phase that Valentina has been watching for since they were born — the phase where the people they will be for sixty years become fully visible for the first time. Jordi and Noa at sixteen are in the phase that their sister Clara identified at eighteen as the beginning of knowing what you are — and that Noa herself identified at seven as starting to know. They are, at sixteen, well into the knowing.

he exhales, almost panting if I know any better. This dumb**s is hellbent on spraining his arm just as he was insisting to be seventeen when he came here ten minutes earlier. He has recently turned sixteen and I know this because I saw his registration application with my own two eyes. Sometimes I don't understand why kids are eager to grow up way earlier than necessary. "Your arm can fall off, Kenzo," I try to snatch the dumbbell from him but he doesn't leave it. This kid has something seriously wrong going on with him.

"How are you still alive?" "Modern medicine," he laughs as he holds my little brother's prone body aloft with a single arm. He looks even more like a child now, his body limp. It is easy to forget that Calyx isn't even 18 yet with the way he was posturing and lording over everyone. He's still in high school. In so many ways, he's still a child. A child with a potential future ahead of him if he is given another chance.

“My bad, I didn't realise that I was staring. This is awkward.” “It wasn't, but now that you said it, it is. On the bright side, you’ve seen me naked, so now we’re even.” “More like things just got weirder between us. Are you sure that you're 16?” “According to my birth certificate and parents, I was born 16 years ago, so yes.”

Looking through other albums she showed me the one. “Aww, his smile is so cute. Just look at that tongue.” I said while giggling and flipping the page. “I never saw such a healthy baby. Just look at his rolls, they make me want to squeeze his cheeks.” my heart filled with warmth, “I never thought he would be such a chubby kid by seeing him so fit now.” Mom chuckled, “He was like this till sixteen, then he started his Alpha training after which he turned out this fit Adrian.” my eyes widened hearing her. Seeing him at sixteen, nobody would say that he is the present Adrian.

"Why are you home so early? Didn’t you have soccer practice?" "It was swimming! Soccer’s on Mondays!" he snapped, walking toward the shelves full of books. "And stop patting my head like I’m a kid. I’m fifteen, almost sixteen…" "Sixteen is a good age!" Kai smiled kindly. "At sixteen, important things happen…"

We’re still sitting at the table, having breakfast together. "Hey, kids," Aiden says, walking to our side and stealing a piece of toast from Dean's plate, "We're having a pool party today so you two should stay in your rooms." "Why?" I ask, looking up at him as he eats the piece of toast. I think this is the first time I’ve said anything to him directly, "Why aren’t we invited? We're sixteen." I’m actually still fifteen for another month, but it’s the same thing. Both Damon and Aiden are seventeen, not much older than us at all.

"I never thought you were. I'm only saying, he doesn't see your age as a problem. I mean, how old is he?" She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. Sixteen maybe?" Trish speaks up. "He's sixteen. Just turned that a few months ago." I nod at her. "See. As I said. He sees no problem in your age." She rolls her eyes. "I suppose you see no problem either?" Her question catches me off guard. I hadn't thought of things that way, but I don't see any problem and I'm almost eighteen. I clear my throat. "Well, no, not exactly, but I hadn't thought of things in those terms." She glances at me.

He didn't even sniff too hard, and yet a deep lingering odor of ammonia invaded his nostrils. "I am 17 years old for fuck's sake... this should not be happening!"

College? Since I turned sixteen, I have been confined to a hospital bed. There was no time for me to complete high school. It was possible I would dream of being a person who had finished high school and was preparing for college. Still, I was anxious because this did not feel like a dream anymore.