Zala quickly locked her bedroom door behind her, rushed to her closet, and pulled out the box she kept in the far corner. Her arms were hurting just from the little activity but the was a perpetual smile on her lips. Her heart was beating so hard with excitement that she had to hit her chest a few times to get the organ under control. Still, it didn’t stop her from opening the box and taking out the pants and shirt along with a cloth to wrap her head. Her body was just as small as any 7-year-old so the adrenaline had her ignoring the ache in her arm. She was excited. It wasn’t always that she could sneak away for a long time. And today was one of those days. Her parents were busy with some political things she didn’t understand, her brother had also just gone back to the academy. So if she
