Anna has found a mirror and is curious about her own body.

Yesterday I found a mirror. It was hidden under the large closet I have currently taken up residence in. The mirror is of simple design, an oval sheet of reflective metal about the size of my head is held in a flimsy wooden frame. It was a treasure. I am so happy I found it. I had a nice mirror back home, but we had so little time to leave when the Thrayans came that I forgot to bring it along.

The metal sheet was buckled and dented, so my face was somewhat distorted when I looked into it. But I managed to make out the important details. At first I almost didn't recognize myself, only the bright blue eyes staring back at me in the mirror seemed familiar. My hair was a mess, a black knotted tangle. And my freckles were almost hidden beneath dirt and grime.

It was a little distressing to see myself like this, but the mirror provided a fun little distraction from the regular dreary monotony of hiding in an abandoned farm house. I decided to make a little game of it, watching myself in the mirror.

I held the mirror away from me so that I could almost see my entire body, all four feet and six inches of me. I'm not a very large girl for my age, in fact, I'm tiny. But what I lacked in size I made up for with breasts that would not have looked out of place on a grown woman, but on me they drew attention as if they were bright blinking lights, straining against the fabric of my dirty grey dress.