you are. Don’t embarrass us just because you can’t move on from childhood nonsense.”

Childhood nonsense. That’s what they call years of humiliation.

Haley was standing next to me in her little pink hoodie and jeans, having just come from dance practice. She still thought she’d get burgers and play with cousins.

Rachel walked outside in her designer romper, like she was on some reality TV show. She scanned Haley up and down as if she were a defective clearance item.

“Wow,” Rachel smirked. “Still doesn’t dress her like a girl that matters.”

Haley lowered her head. My jaw clenched. “Not today,” I told myself. “No fights, no explosions, no traps.”

Rachel stepped closer, her voice a venomous whisper. “You seriously think that kid is going to become anything special? You’re just raising a downgrade of yourself.”