I smile at the thought of Drew’s lips, his hands in my hair, but then I think about where they went next and I wince at what I did in response. Why can’t I just be like all of the other girls and just do it? At least, I think that’s what the other girls do – if Ebbodine is anything to go by anyway. It’s no wonder I’m messed up when it comes to this issue. When I hit thirteen, Dad tried to give me ‘the talk’. Ugh I can’t help but cringe at the memory of Dad getting all flustered trying to talk to me about female anatomy. I’ve been pretty lucky to have my aunt to help me through those awkward pre-teen phases though. I don’t know if Dad asked her to talk to me about it after he failed, or if she knew that with Mum gone I would need a female role model to look up to and ask questions. We lived with her before we moved to Eminent Falls. I wish we got to see her more than we do now but with her living in the city, we can’t exactly just pop in whenever we want. Aunt Kenna is the only one apart from Dad and Shilah that I can talk to about my fears of the Institute.
