She shrugged, "It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, I don't think, because I think I skipped a couple years too, I don't think I'm supposed to be eighteen yet, but I am." She shrugged more heftily, starting to cut out the actual pictures from the pages she'd torn out. The shellac she had had an off-white pearlescent sheen to it which somehow made the pictures look both mystical and antiqued.