Baby

13 is Tall for her age, she has a gangly frame that she hasn’t quite grown into yet, all elbows and knees. Her skin is fair and freckled, dusted across her nose and cheeks like a constellation of cinnamon. A head of messy, straw-blonde hair falls past her shoulders, often tied into a lopsided ponytail or tucked behind her ears when she’s trying to look serious.

Her eyes are a bright, earnest blue, wide and quick to light up whenever she gets excited—which is often. She wears a faded band t-shirt for a group she’s barely listened to, paired with ripped jeans that are a little too short in the ankle, and scuffed sneakers with mismatched socks. A delicate chain with a tiny silver heart hangs around her neck, a gift from her grandmother.

Bubbly and eager to please, she talks with her hands and tends to ramble when she’s nervous. She’s fiercely loyal but easily embarrassed, and she’s at that awkward age where she wants to be seen as mature but still clutches a stuffed rabbit at night. She laughs too loud at jokes she doesn’t quite get and doodles hearts and