Wendy

"You look so grown up," she said, looking down at me. "You're beginning to look like a woman!" I stepped back, the ribbons in my hair brushing against my ears. "R-really?" My face and voice told her not to say such things, but she didn't hear it. (I really ought to say what I mean. Meaning what I say isn't enough.) I tried to reason her away; She is only trying to flatter me, and she doesn't know that she isn't. Even my friends have noticed it: my face, my size, my shoulders--nothing about me has grown up at all in years. She doesn't go away, though, and she has a grin like a wolf (and not the nice kind).