The Quiet Girl in the Dojo Who Made Every Black Belt Bow

her plain white belt.

She was eleven years old.

Small for her age.

Blonde hair braided down her back.

A clean white uniform that still had the stiff folds from being packed in her duffel bag.

The boy staring at her was nearly fourteen, tall, broad-shouldered, and wearing a black belt like it was a crown.

His name was Bryce Miller.

He leaned back against the continue reading …