Chapter 118: The Lost Sister of Asena
After Russell’s incident, the rest of the military training passed by without any more drama. Just ten days of sweat, yelling and sunburn. But finally, it was over.
Micah stood in front of the mirror, lifting his shirt slightly to check his body. That nasty bruise on his abdomen had faded completely, leaving just a faint shadow where it used to be. The burn scar on his hand had shrunk too, only a thin line now, and the knife wound on his upper arm no longer throbbed when he moved. All in all, he was healing up pretty well.
But what he couldn’t ignore was his skin. His face, neck, and arms were several shades darker than before. A deep tan had taken over, despite his applying sunscreen like a maniac every single day.
All that marching and standing in the sun had done its job. At least his skin had not been burned like when he was eight years old.
He squinted closer at his reflection, grimacing. "Ugh... I look like the lost sister of Asena, who was left behind in the desert!"
Micah didn’t care much about his looks. Not usually. But right now, all he could think about was that this tan might ruin his plan, disguising himself as a girl if the situation ever called for it. With this tan, there was no way he could pass for Asena or SugerFairyPlum. Not with all the girls in their freshman year, still pale and glowing like porcelain dolls.
He remembered how the girls had the advantage of using shades, how the instructor didn’t force them to march under the sun.
This was blatant discrimination!
"I hope Big sister won’t call me until my tan fades!" Micah mumbled, his gaze drifting to the empty container on his desk.
He let out a dramatic sigh and pulled on his green hoodie. The sleeves felt a bit tight, maybe from all the push-ups he had done during training. He shoved his legs into a pair of worn jeans, yanked on his sneakers, and left the room.
Outside, Darcy was waiting.