Waking up to a tug, I found myself staring down at Harriet who had already pulled her brown hair into a ponytail. "Morning physical training," she said seriously. "Hurry up. Don't want to be late."
I stared at her dumbly, shocked when she tossed a pair of shirts and a black shirt at me.
The clothing fit perfectly, except the shorts were a bit snug at my rump.
"If I we dressed you in a trash bag, you'd probably look runway ready," Harriet sighed, giving me a once over as I pulled my mop of curls into a messy bun. Her shorts fit but she was swimming in her shirt. Tugging at it in annoyance, she grabbed my wrist, dragging me outside where a large group was already forming a circle. "Physical training sounds scary," Harriet said quietly, "but they take into consideration that we're hu
